And then, right when I start to think the night might turn out okay after all, the fucking bar explodes before our eyes.
Thirty-Eight
KIRIN
She saunters into my office and crosses the room, flashing that gorgeous smile that lights me up from the inside. I take a breath to speak, but she presses her finger to my lips.
“Don’t talk,” she whispers, straddling me in the chair.“Don’t breathe a word.”
Suddenly she’s naked, her hot flesh radiating through my jeans, making me ache. Instinctively I cup her ass, pulling her closer and pressing my mouth to her breast.
She moans my name, writhing in my lap as my cock grows harder, every inch desperate for her touch.
But the longer she stays with me, the darker my thoughts turn. My body craves her, needs her, but my heart can’t take it. It hammers wildly in my chest, my nerves buzzing, every muscle screaming in agony as the fear rises inside, bile churning in my gut, my vision turning red with lust and rage and the pain of a thousand lifetimes…
Behind us, the bookshelves tremble and collapse, and my desk follows next. Ignoring the chaos, she laughs and fumbles with my zipper, finally freeing my cock from my jeans.
“Take it,” she whispers, positioning the tip at her hot, wet entrance.“Take all of it.”
“I can’t.”
“Shh,” she says again, then lowers herself onto my rock-hard cock, taking me in deep, claiming my mouth and sucking the very last breath from my lungs.
The windows explode and the floor buckles and the walls crack and crumble down, but still, she doesn’t stop.
I come with a shuddering gasp, and when I finally open my eyes, the rest of the world is burning to ash, and she’s still laughing. Laughing and laughing until there’s nothing left of the world we knew but memory and ash.
“Kirin,” she finally says.“Wake up….”
* * *
“Kirin, wakeup!”
I bolt upright with a gasp, blinking away the last remnants of my dream. In its place, three figures take shape.
Baz, glaring at me with his arms crossed over his chest.
Ani, smirking.
And Stevie, dressed like she just stepped off the set of a music video, so stunningly beautiful I wonder if I’m still dreaming.
“Did we disturb you, Sleeping Beauty?” Baz asks.
I glance down at my desk, willing my heart rate to return to normal. “Yeah, you kinda did. What time is it. What’s going on?”
“You just slept through an explosion, that’s what’s going on.”
“What?” I’m out of my chair in a flash. “What the hell happened?”
“Someone blew up Hot Shots,” Ani says.
“Holy shit! Did anyone get hurt?”
“See, that’s the crazy part,” Baz says. “Apparently, not fifteen minutes before the explosion, the manager cleared out the whole place. Said a pipe burst and it was flooded. And the explosion itself was totally contained—it didn’t touch anything other than the bar.”
“So the Fire and Fury dorms weren’t damaged?” I ask, trying to make sense of it.
Baz shakes his head. “Totally unscathed. The manager got out of the bar in time, too.”
