Can't Fix Cupid

“I was...caught off guard.”

I cover my face in my hands and groan. I’m a damn cupid. I’ve watched thousands of people kiss, yet my own lip-locking debut was about as slimy and uncomfortable as tentacle porn.

I don’t know if I can come back from this.

I feel his hands come up to wrap around my wrists, and then he’s gently pulling them down, forcing my face to come out of hiding. I know I’m blushing. I can feel so much heat in my cheeks that I’m surprised I haven’t caught on fire.

And what do I see? A smirking Warren Knight.

I narrow my eyes on him, blinking away the blur. “Don’t make fun of me! I just attacked your mouth like a damned goldfish trying to swim in it, and you just sat there, letting me take the fall!”

His smirk widens until it’s a full-blown grin. Now he’s a grinning Warren Knight. It’s one of those incredibly rare sightings of comets or endangered animals mating in the wild. I can’t look away because I don’t know when it’ll come around again.

And here’s the thing. Brooding, pissy, aloof Warren Knight is gorgeous. But a smiling Warren Knight? It’s life-changing. Iconic. I swear, the sun comes out from behind the clouds to fricken shine down on his glistening teeth.

“You did sort of go full-goldfish mode,” he says, still grinning, the beautiful asshole.

I nod pathetically. “I know! It was bad. I thought I was really going to nail that kiss, too.”

“Dare I suggest we try again?”

I frown at him. “Don’t tease me.”

He chuckles. “I’m not teasing. You were just a little...overenthusiastic. I get that response a lot.”

I smack him on the arm, but that just makes him laugh harder. “Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up. I was going to add, Give Warren Knight an epic blow job to my to-do list, but I’m scratching that right off.”

“Considering your oral skills, that might be for the best.”

This fucker.

When I try to smack him again, he catches my wrist this time and then hauls me off my seat and into his lap.

My yelp freezes in my throat as I find myself straddling him, my once demure black dress now looking obscene where it’s bunched around my hips.

“You’re so easy to rile up. I love it,” he says, echoing my earlier words as his hands grip my waist.

“Ha ha,” I say dryly. “So clever.”

“I like to think so,” he replies. “Now. What were we discussing? Oh yes,” he goes on, as his hands start to move up and down my sides, drawing symmetrical lines on either side of me. Just that simple, deliberate touch makes me wholly aware of him, and he takes me from my mortified state to the stirrings of heat again. “You’re leaving, and I don’t do commitment, so we’re going to enjoy each other for the time being.”

“Even after the goldfish incident?” I ask dubiously. “Which, let’s be real, was half your fault,” I add.

I’m rewarded with another grin. “Even so.”

I pretend to mull it over, and then I let out a long-suffering sigh as I twine my hands behind his neck. “I guess. But you really need to get better at this whole kissing thing.”

The skin at the corners of his eyes crinkles in amusement. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“Good—Oof!”

The car suddenly turns a corner, making me fall against him, my hips shifting so that I can now feel his very impressive arousal beneath me.

“Sweet schlong, your dick is already fly

ing at full-mast?” I ask incredulously.

He gives me a deadpan look as he tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. “Let me just tell you all the ways you’ve been tormenting me, shall I?” he says. “The first time I met you, you were naked in my office, and then you grabbed my cock. You’ve slept in my bed. Twice. You were naked in my shower this morning. Then you’ve been sitting here next to me, eye-fucking me this whole ride, while wearing the black lacy panties I had delivered for you this morning. Now you’re straddling me, and your hips keep rocking back and forth over my dick. Of course I’m fucking hard.”