Chapter 21

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Orion Miller's POV.

"No way!" Violet squeals, squirming under my hold.

"A deal is a deal, doctor" I chuckle, my arms next to her head, trapping her.

She gives me an adorable pout.

"You cheated!" She says.

"Black men don't cheat" I shrug and she giggles at me.

"Cap!" She says.

"Now I believe you owe me four... no, five out of a possible six kisses, Miss Violet?" I brag.

She leans back in the wall and she looks up at me with a grin.

"Okay, Mr Miller. I'll give you, your kisses." She says softly.

Yes!

Finally!

Not kissing her this entire time has been killing me!

I want her to initiate it.

I want her to be comfortable.

Suddenly, I feel soft lips against my neck.

"One" she whispers.

Huh?

"Violet. This is not what I meant, when I asked for-"

"Two" she interrupts, kissing the weak spot on my jaw.

I immediately shut up, before I let out a groan.

She pulls away, and looks at me under her eyelashes.

"Three" she counts, as she kisses my earlobe, biting it gently, but hard enough to make my grip on her hips tighten.

She tugs at the neck of my t shirt, kissing my collarbone.

I close my eyes, as her lips stay there for a second.

"Violet" I mutter.

"Four" she mutters against my chest.

"Vi-"

She tugs my face down to hers so that we are at eye level.

I look at her thick dark brown lips.

Smooth and ready to be kissed.

She leans in and kisses the corner of my mouth.

No! I groan to myself.

"Five" she whispers.

She pulls away.

"There you go" she says, looking into my eyes.

"A kiss for every shot you made" she tells me.

I let out a small grunt.

"You're teasing me Violet" I tell her, grabbing a handful of her ass.

She looks at me lips and bites her own lips, making me close to losing it.

"I'd hardly call it teasing, Orion." She says.

"Call it what you'd like" I mutter into her ear.

She grabs my hand tugging on it, pulling me towards the food place.

"I believe you have to fulfil your end of the deal?" She tells me.

I chuckle.

"Yes ma'am, I do." I respond.

I hold her hand properly.

Her hand is small compared to mine and I allow her to pull me towards the stands.

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