Alex beamed.

He leaned in again, his eyes all full of... fake... innocent... happiness.

She squeezed her eyes shut again...

...And...

He kissed her on her ear.

He didn't take her lips. He swerved. He dodged her mouth completely.

He pressed his... his hot... wet... open... lips... right against the super-sensitive, delicate, shell of her ear. He even... breathed... a tiny, hot puff of air... right onto it.

...And as you know... everyone knows... the ear is... a very, very... erogenous... zone... for a woman.

So the sudden, shocking, hot, wet... feeling... on her defenseless ear...

...it made her produce... a sound.

A sound she was not prepared to make.

"Ngh~!"

It was... tiny. It was... cute. It was... a gasp... and a moan... all mixed together.

She instantly... mortified... slapped her hand over her own mouth. Hard.

She would not look at him. She could not look at him. Her whole face was on fire.

...But he... he wasn't done.

The next place he kissed... was her temple. A soft, lingering... mwah.

...Then... on her eyelid. The one that was squeezed shut. Mwah.

...Then... on the tip... of her nose. Mwah.

...The... the subsequent kisses... the... barrage... of tiny, soft, wet, "innocent" kisses...

...They just... kept coming.

...And... and they... they made her face... all red. Just... glowing hot.

...All embarrassed.

...And...

...And... something else.

Something... hot.

Something... wet.

Something... deep down... that she felt... pulsing... between her legs.

And... it was weird... but with each of these stupid, bad, missed kisses... she was getting... loose.

Her shoulders, which had been hiked up all the way to her ears, were starting to drop. Her hands, which were balled up into tight, angry, scared little fists, were starting to unclench.

She wasn't restless now. She wasn't panicking.

Why?

Because her brain was starting to change its tune. This... this big, scary, maniac... he... he was a terrible kisser! He was awful at it! He just... he couldn't even find the target! He was just... fumbling... like a... a stupid, clumsy, teenage boy!

It was... it was almost... cute?

She was... she was getting patient with him.

...And...

...And... she was... "getting"... something else, too.

A... a different kind of feeling. A hot, heavy, pulling feeling, way, way down low. A slow, delicious... throb.

"Ugh! Why can't you kiss properly?!" Violet finally scolded him, her patience just... snapping. "Just... just do it! By opening your eyes, you big dummy!"

But... ugh. Her scolding had no power. It sounded weak.

Because... standing this close... just a breath away from him...

...feeling his hot, hot... coffee-smelling... breath... all over her face whenever he breathed...

...and... and... having to... see... his big, broad, chiseled... pajama-wearing... body... right at her eye level...

It was... it was becoming really hard... to be the strict one... the angry one... when her whole entire body was feeling... this.

He just smirked. That smug, knowing, little smirk.

"If it's so easy, then... why aren't YOU opening your eyes? Hm, mommy? Surely... you... can guide me... to your lips. Right?"

"That's... that's... ermm..."

...He... he had her.

She looked down. Fast. Her whole bashful face was on fire.

Ugh! It was a dilemma! A stupid, impossible stalemate!

She... she was too embarrassed... too bashful... to look at his face while he... did it. It was... it was just too much!

And he, apparently, was too... stupid... to kiss her with his eyes closed! What a mess!

And the more time this took... the more kisses he missed... the more danger Violet was in.

The danger... of actually, really... wanting it.

"F-f-fine!" she let out an angry, flusttered little "huff" of air. "Just... look! Look at my lips! Look at them before you... you... proceed!"

"Okay," he said, his voice instantly serious and obedient.

Gulp.

Violet forced herself. She looked up at him, her eyes just... peeking... from under her eyelashes.

...And her breath just... stopped.

Because he... he wasn't looking at her eyes.

His... his intense, dark, hungry eyes... were stared, locked-on, like a laser-beam... right at her... her plump, swollen, cherry-red... kiss-starved... lips.

That... that look... was too much. It was too intense.

She... she just... couldn't. Her eyes snapped shut. Hard.

...And, of course... she didn't see it.

She missed... the shameless, vicious, I-win smirk that instantly spread all across his stupid, handsome, lying face.

He leaned down. Slowly. So slowly.

He... he... breathed.

He breathed a hot, wet, coffee-smelling puff of air... right onto her puckered, waiting lips.

It made her shudder. A full-body, electric... shiver... of pure anticipation. 'Finally! Finally, finally, finally...'

...And he finally, finally... kissed.

...Just under her lips.

On her CHIN!

He missed! He missed... AGAIN!

And... and... he didn't just peck! He... he... sucked! He gave her a loud, wet, obnoxious, sucky kiss... right on her chin!

"Aw, man... I missed! Again!" Alex whined, sounding like a little, sad puppy who had just dropped his favorite, slobbery tennis ball. He sounded so miserable.

Violet opened her eyes. She didn't gasp. She didn't flinch. She just... slowly... opened... them. She wasn't shouting anymore. She wasn't even scared anymore. She was just... bored. Like, super bored.

It was like all the fear, all the panic she'd had for weeks... just... poof. It was gone. She had totally, completely, one-hundred-percent dropped her guard with this guy.

For so long she had thought that being alone with him was the big, scary, danger-zone! She thought... finally... he was going to do something... awful... to her.

...And... this... was... it?

'Are you kidding me?' she thought, her brain just... stalling. 'All... all... all... of that... that... big thingy... down there... and this... this idiot... he... he can't even know where the LIPS of a woman... ARE?!'

Suddenly, Violet just felt... sorry. She was so, so sorry that she had ever doubted this guy's... ability... to corrupt a woman. Ha! Corrupt a woman?! What a joke!

It just... it doesn't matter... if the guy is a... a big, handsome, hunk of a man!

It doesn't matter if he... he... has a big, giant... penis! If he can't find a woman's LIPS... even when she is standing right here, offering them... then he can't satisfy a woman! Not at all! He was... useless!

'Tch!' she actually thought, 'Tch!'. 'And here I thought... all this time... that my poor, dangerous, super-pervert step-son... was going to... steal... some poor lady from her husband! Or... or... bang someone... right in front of their own husband! Pfft! This guy?!'

'...I bet... I bet... he's a... virgin.'

Yeah, right... If Marcus heard her thoughts, then he would have keeled over and die!

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