Page 86 of The Protégé

“The more answers you get right, the more you can ask to remove something.” I palmed his cock, and he sucked in a breath. “And the more you can touch.”

“Vixen. I like this version of you.” He swallowed, and I watched the way his Adam’s apple shifted on his neck. It was sexy as hell. “You’re not just any sunshine, you’re sexy and sassy sunshine. The kind that can burn me to cinders.”

“Then you should be afraid of me.”

“I am.” A seriousness swam across his face.

Was he afraid of me? Why?

The concern must have been obvious on my face because he said, “I lose control when you’re around. I’m not my usual self.”

My body relaxed. “It’s okay to let go, Slingshot. That’s how you hit your target.”

“I love your puns and riddles.” He reached for my breast, but I stopped him.

“You sampled me earlier. But starting now, no touching unless you answer a riddle.”

He looked adorably frustrated. “What kind of game is this?”

“Don’t pout. I’m struggling too because I want to touch you as well.”

“Then why don’t you just touch me and forget the damn game?” he panted.

“Don’t you want to get to know me? This game will allow that.”

“You’ve played this game with other men?” he asked.

“Nope. You inspired it. I’ll tell you the reason later.” I pointed to the chair. “You need to sit on the chair while I’ll sit on the kitchen table.”

He pulled out a chair as I hopped onto the table.

“Since I have my shirt off, you need to take yours off. But keep the jeans on.”

“But you have your shorts off.”

“That was a mistake,” I replied.

Pursing his lips, he took off his shirt. “I’ll be sampling every inch of you, Sunshine. You’re not getting out of this.”

He had no idea how much I wanted his mouth on me. I’d dreamed about it.

But I was doing this for him. I bit my bottom lip as I absorbed the gorgeous specimen of a man in front of me. Those firm abs. The broad shoulders were perfect for tailored suits. No wonder he looked delicious in them. Those biceps I wanted to bite and squeeze. My stomach churned with desire. Orion had sex appeal like no man I knew.

I could practically smell sex in the air. Everything about him wasmore. More intense. More stunning. More complex.

I wanted to dive into the mystery of him—into his mind, his soul.

“I might break a rule if you don’t hurry with the riddle,” he said, his eyes trained on me.

“I thought you were a patient man.”

“Not today.” His gaze met mine, and I could see the restraint in them. He looked like a beast ready to pounce on me.

“All right. Here’s the first riddle.” I opened my thighs a little, just for a tease. Then I shimmied my shoulders, shifting my breasts seductively. His eyes followed their every movement.

“Fuck, Elena.You’re definitely trying to kill me,” he muttered. “If I have a heart attack, it’s your fault.”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” I lifted a shoulder, enjoying the hungry expression on his face. “Why does the sun enjoy working at the bakery?”

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