Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 125121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Adonis’s leg buckled. He slammed his hip against the desk, expression pained but not from the hit. Every ounce of willpower he possessed was keeping him from touching me. If possible, he pumped harder and faster, his tip turning purple from the pressure. Sweat beaded on his brow, sticking to silky strands.
It amazed me that Martha knew to call the wrinkled pink potato she gave birth to Adonis. Twenty-six years later, the god of beauty himself stepped down from his throne and bowed before his namesake. He was beauty, sex, power, and intelligence in one tightly built package, and he wanted me.
I crooked my fingers, seeking that spot he found for me. Our muffled moans increased in urgency and intensity. Five more minutes till the start of his next class.
“Fuck’s sake, Luna. You could turn this country into a matriarchy without lifting your finger. All men bow before you.”
Goodness, his compliments made a girl feel good. Was that the perk of sleeping with a writer? Their way with words.
Adonis tensed—body bending and bowing over me. He came hard, shooting hot, thick spurts of cum all over my opening. The act careened me over the edge like a dropkick to the clit. I screamed like a banshee, my hand clamped over my mouth as my orgasm ripped through me.
I flopped boneless on the desk. One of the best orgasms of my life, and we didn’t even touch each other.
“Fuck,” Adonis breathed. “Why? Why you?”
The question was said so softly, I almost didn’t hear it. Rising up, I reached for him. “Adonis—”
“—test was so hard. Half of the questions weren’t in the book.”
We sprang apart.
I tipped off the desk and fell flat on my face. Biting back a pained grunt, I let Adonis help me up and we rushed to stuff our bits back in our clothes.
The voices faded, becoming nothing but muffled mumbles beneath our ragged pants.
“Holy crap,” I wheezed. “That was close—”
The door flew open and two students walked in.
“Good work on that paper, Miss Sinclair.” Adonis was suddenly on the other side of the desk, busying himself with his laptop. “That’ll be all. Have a good day.”
Gathering my things, I walked out, letting one word float to his ear.
“Incentive.”
I left the classroom smiling from ear to ear.
“Luna.”
It froze on my face. “Victor?”
I took in the guy leaning against the opposite wall, gazing at me expressionlessly. My mind spun out of control.
What was he doing here? He knew he was way late to his brother’s class. Did he come here to talk to Adonis?
Did he stick his head inside... and see us?
I swallowed hard, not moving an inch. I was ready to have this conversation with Victor, but Adonis wasn’t. He was right that his brother was the only family he had left. It wasn’t my intention to get between them. I just couldn’t let Adonis go when things were still up in the air between me and Victor.
Not wanting to lose his family, home, company, and inheritance wasn’t the same as wanting to be with me.
“Victor,” I croaked, finding my voice. “You’re here. Did you...?”
He cocked his head. His face was impossible to read. “Did I what?”
“Did you come to walk me to class?”
Victor peeled off the wall. “I came for you, but not to take you to class. I want you to go somewhere with me. You down to skip?”
“I really shouldn’t skip class two days in a row.” Or go out with you when I’m once again covered in your brother’s cum.
“I’ll text Branlon to give us the notes.” With that, he walked off—expecting me to follow.
I hesitated only a beat before trailing him. If he did see what happened in that classroom, going off to talk was exactly what we should do. There were a lot of talks Victor and I needed to have. We were supposed to get married in less than a year. Even though everything was riding on this for both of us, I never felt further from the altar since we met.
I caught up with him on the steps outside. “Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”
I didn’t ask any more questions while we trekked across campus to the student parking lot. Victor’s impressive ride glinted in the sun, inviting me to cuddle with its leather seats and tease all its special features. I slid in on the passenger side and watched Victor.
He was cool and impassive starting the car, pulling out of the lot, and taking off in the opposite direction of his house.
“Want to listen to music?”
“No, that’s okay,” I replied. “I just want to talk about whatever it is that you want to talk about.”
He mouth-shrugged. “Who says I do? Maybe I just want to take you for a drive.”
I stopped pressing. Whatever Victor wanted to say to me, he’d do it in his own time.