Happily Enemy After (Hawthorne Brothers 2)

Instead of answering, she grips her hair in frustration and walks to the far side of the room. Then to my surprise, she crouches on the floor and starts sobbing.

Fuck.

What do I do? Do I just walk away and leave her alone like she asked? Do I drag her out of here?

Then I hear Stella’s voice in my head.

Try harder. Do better.

I just have to get through to her.

I walk over to her. “Violet.”

When she doesn’t answer, I grab her arm. She pushes my hand away.

“Don’t touch me.”

At the sight of the tears trickling down her cheeks, a lump forms in my throat. I’ve seen Violet on the verge of tears before, but I’ve never actually seen her crying. Now that I do, my chest feels painfully tight.

Is this how she looked the night I left her at Lloyd Finley’s party?

I hurt her then. And I just hurt her again. I feel guilty, foolish. I feel like the worst man in the world.

I dry her cheeks and stroke them as I look into her eyes.

“I’m sorry, Violet. I’m sorry I left you at Lloyd Finley’s party. I’m sorry for making you worry just now.”

Violet says nothing but her sobs seem to lessen.

I cup her face and kiss her cheeks.

“I’m sorry that I used to be a man-whore.”

“Used to be?” she asks me as she wipes the corner of her eye.

I stroke her hair. “Now I’m just a man who can’t get enough of you.”

Violet’s blue eyes grow wide. A blush coats her cheeks.

She’s stopped crying. Good. But that doesn’t mean I no longer want to kiss her or hold her in my arms.

I press my lips tenderly to hers. When she responds, my heart leaps against the walls of my chest. Heat flows through my veins.

I really can’t get enough of her.

I slip my hand beneath Violet’s hair to caress the nape of her neck as I push my tongue past her lips. To my surprise, she opens her mouth and captures the tip, sucking on it. I grin.

It seems like Violet can’t get enough of me, either.

I run my hands across the bare skin of her upper back. She unbuttons my jacket and slips her hands beneath it to grip my waist. Then she pulls away and looks at me with furrowed eyebrows.

“Should we do this here?”

She’s worried about that now?

“Do you really want to stop?” I ask her as I kiss her neck. “Because to be honest, I don’t think I can.”

“But…”

I take her hand and press her palm against the bulge in my crotch.

“Oh,” she says.

“Don’t worry.” I kiss the other side of her neck. “We donated a lot of money, so this should be fine.”

“But you said earlier that—”

I cut her off with a kiss. She kisses me back and rubs her palm against my clothed erection. It swells and I pull away to suck in a breath.

“I thought you wanted to stop,” I say in a strained voice.

Violet gives my cock a squeeze. “Just shut up and fuck me.”

I chuckle. “Yes, ma’am.”

She frowns. “Did you just call me—?”

I kiss her again so she can’t say another word. Then I carry her in my arms to the cushioned bench. I set her down and plant kisses on her neck and shoulders as I slip my hands beneath her gown. My fingers find the garter of her panties and I slowly pull it down her legs all the way past her knees to her ankles and off her sandals. I roll the panties into a ball and shove them inside the empty back pocket of my trousers. Then I start to free my belt from its buckle.

Violet interrupts me as she pushes off my jacket. I get rid of it and throw it on the bench. Then I continue with my efforts to free my cock. I get my belt free and unbutton my trousers. I unzip it and take my cock out of my boxers. Violet grabs my tie and pulls me forward to kiss me as she strokes it.

Naughty.

I return her kisses and let her play with me as my way of atoning for making her worry earlier. I’d let her play as much as she likes, but we don’t exactly have the luxury of time.

The possibility that you might get caught is what makes sex in public exciting, but all the fun goes away if that ever turns into reality. I’d rather not get caught. I’m sure Violet would prefer that, too.

After about a minute, I push her hand away. I put a condom on and have her lie down on the bench. I roll her gown up to her waist.

“Hold it,” I tell her to make sure the gown doesn’t get in the way.

Violet clutches the fabric. I put one of my knees on the bench so that I’m straddling one of her legs, my other leg still against the floor. Then I issue another order.