I shake him off, even as everything inside screams at me to take action.
Shove your pants down, lay over the desk and let him fuck you right here.
Unable to speak at first, lest the wrong thing escapes, I lick my lips. The couple makes a hasty retreat from the commotion I just caused.
“I—I need to get out of here. I can’t focus. I need to blow off steam.”
Did I really just say that?
Shoving my books and laptop back into my bag, I refuse to make eye contact as I half walk, half run out of the library, heading straight for my apartment. I don’t check to see if he is following me.
I’m so aroused I can’t think. Am I running to the safety of my place, or running away from Brexley?
The way he devoured my sex slams into my head like a freight train. How his eyes flash when he is beyond aroused or aggravated.
I clench my eyes against the onslaught. After what feels like the longest walk of my life, I ascend the eight stories to my apartment and slam the door behind me. I only have an hour before I need to start getting ready for work, but it’s more than enough time.
I didn’t sense Brexley climbing the stairs behind me, but I know he’ll come. But maybe not before I do . . .
The bedroom door slams shut behind me. I’m not sure if I’m panting from the many stairs or my heated state. Everything is too tight, too hot, too rough on my skin. In an unceremonious yank, I have my coat and Uni shirt over my head and on the ground. I push my pants down, leaving me in my old, ratty bra once again.
I can’t help it. I can’t. I want to stop myself, but my hands are shaking and I can’t think.
Grabbing my vibrator from the drawer, I get under the covers, hoping it will smother the sound as I kick off my panties and click on the vibration.
I hiss as it hits my sensitive parts. I’m so needy, but it’s too much. Directing it off to the side, I let the vibrations travel in a more indirect way to where I need it most.
The door creaks open and I freeze. Need and panic are locked in a war for dominance inside me.
Brexley stands there, filling up my doorway. A fierce expression is on his face as he scans me from head to toe. I’m suddenly so glad I chose to get under the covers so he can’t see my bare center or what I’m doing to it. Though there is no denying the buzzing sound or what is happening under the sheets.
Even if I knew what to say, it wouldn’t get past my petrified throat.
That devilish tongue I can’t stop thinking about curls behind his teeth. “Do you need help, pet?”
He shouldn’t be in here, but oh fae lords it would take so few steps for him to lose his clothes and get into bed with me. I know the long hard length of his cock. How it hits the spot nothing else can when I’m like this.
But I don’t want to want him.
As if sensing the war inside me, he only leans against the doorjamb. His smile turns wicked, and I know I’m screwed. “Or maybe just a little encouragement?”
Chapter16
If you show me, I’ll show you
RED
The sun has set, and the only light streams in from the living room behind Brexley. At least the moment is somewhat wrapped in shadows and darkness.
Brexley’s gaze falls to where the toy is poised under the covers at my swollen clit, while his own hand slides down to cover the impressive bulge in his pants.
I should kick his smug ass out right now. But a gush of liquid between my legs tells me my body will do no such thing. Maybe if I don’t do or say anything he will leave.
“Did that couple necking in the stacks get you hot, little Red?”
“Don’t call me that,” I sputter, but I know my eyes are wide as saucers.
“From over here I can call you whatever I want. As long as I don’t touch you, right?” He raises the eyebrow cut by scars. “I bet if I called you some pretty little names, I can make you come from that alone.”
