Page 46 of Seduction

I follow her into the house, waiting until she reappears with it, along with another bag. She swings the purse onto her shoulder, handing me the other one, along with her keys.

“Running away?” I ask.

“It’s for Mikey.” She giggles. “Will I need the umbrella stroller?”

“Um….”

Two things: I have no idea what the difference is between an umbrella stroller and a regular one, and why would Mikey need one when he can walk?

“Are we going to be doing a lot of walking?” she asks.

“Probably.”

“Okay.”

She disappears again, returning with the stroller and handing it to me.

I lock up, help her into the car, then toss the bag on the back seat and the stroller in the trunk. As I slide into the driver’s seat, I glance over at her, stopping to watch as she buckles her seat belt. It’s an action I’ve seen before, with her and countless other women, but this time is different. The belt sits between her breasts, bringing the memory of my face in that very position to center stage. I remember the feeling of her soft flesh against my cheeks, the smell of her perfume, the sound of her moans.

Fuck.

“Jon?” She smirks when I meet her eyes. “Eyes on the road, Doctor.”

With a chuckle, I start the car and we head out. She caught me staring at her breasts. I don’t think a woman has done that since I was a teenager. In my profession, I see the naked female body almost every day—all kinds of women—and I don’t even flinch. Not with this one.

The entire drive to the clubhouse, I’m highly aware of her proximity. We make small talk, but I participate only to keep my mind off making a U-turn and taking her to my bed.

I stop at the clubhouse gates, waiting for them to open, and then I pull in. Ellen ventures inside while I make my way to where a few of my brothers are gathered.

“Hey, VP,” Razor greets me with a chin lift.

“’Sup, brothers?” I throw out a general greeting to Razor, Venom, Crow, Allah, and Tek.

“We should ask you that.” Venom inclines his head in Ellen’s direction. “You and the princess a thing?”

“I’m working on it.”

“Shit,” Razor says, chuckling. The others join him. “You told the prez yet?”

“No, and none of you dickheads better say anything, either. I’m waiting until he gets back.”

“Sure, bro.” Venom nods, grinning from ear to ear. “Just make sure I’m around when you have that conversation. General vicinity is good enough.”

“Fuck off.”

Apparently, I’m a comedian, because they all laugh uncontrollably.

“He’s right. I’ll make sure I’m around, too,” Crow adds as their laughter dies down. “Prez might need my services.”

That incites them again, so I flip them off.

Tek steps forward, gripping my shoulder. “You know you have our support, bro. Just be careful.”

“Thanks, Tek.”

“Just in case, though, I’ll start putting together a new identity for you.”

And the laughter starts again. I’d punch them all in the throat, but I know they’re just fucking with me.