Page 53 of Savage Ambition

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

SHAW

Isplashed cold water over my flushed face, desperate to quell the shameful arousal that had driven me from class. The professor’s desk had become a trigger for explicit fantasies of fucking Dante on it, papers crinkling beneath him, his expression hungry and demanding as I drove into him. Friday night at the brothel had contaminated my ability to focus on anything else.

The bathroom door opened behind me. I startled when strong hands gripped my hips, followed by a hard body pressing against my ass. My head snapped up to the mirror, where Dante stared back.

“You shouldn’t stand that way if you don’t want me to get any ideas,” he murmured, pressing his mouth to my neck.

I turned off the water. “You already have ideas, regardless of how I stand.”

“Fine, give me more ideas.” His hand slid around to cup my half-hard cock through my jeans, his smile widening when he felt my response. “It seems I’m not the only one with those kinds of thoughts.”

I elbowed him, my face burning. “Shut up. What the hell are you doing here?”

“What do you think?” He kept his eyes locked on mine in the mirror as he kissed along my jaw.

The sight anchored me in place. Dante’s reflection watched me as his fingers dug into my hip. The voyeuristic thrill of watching him touch me sent another surge of heat southward.

“I’m surprised you lasted this long.” His palm pressed heavy over my erection. “You were imagining fucking me on the desk, weren’t you?”

I glared through the reflection and forced his hand away.

The corner of his mouth ticked up. “Or were you picturing yourself on the desk under me?”

“Of course not.” I pushed away from the sink to face him.

“Really?”

“Yes. Anyway, we should get back to class.”

He grabbed himself through his pants. “I have no intention of returning like this.”

My resolve wavered. Every attempt to establish boundaries with Dante collapsed the second he touched me. “We don’t have time for this.”

“Tell the professor you weren’t feeling well. Your cheeks are flushed enough. She’ll believe you.”

I bit back the urge to remind him I wasn’t paying him now. The words formed but died in my throat. Calculating the risk of getting caught only aroused me more.

“Besides, isn’t this exciting?” He pressed closer, backing me toward the wall.

“You’re such a pervert.”

“Like you’re any different.” He pulled me forward, aligning our bodies so our erections ground together. “You’re getting off on this, too.”

I crushed my mouth against his to stop him from telling the truth. Dante responded by slamming me against the tiles, knocking the breath out of me. His teeth scraped my bottom lip as he took control of the kiss, picking up exactly where we had left off nights before in the penthouse suite.

My legs locked around his waist. He braced one forearm beside my head and gripped my thigh, holding me in place as he rolled his hips forward. The hard ridge of his cock pressed against mine. The friction was maddening.

I bunched his shirt in my fists, trying to pull him closer. His teeth found my neck, biting down hard enough to extract a gasp without breaking the skin. The cold wall pressed into my back.

“Fuck,” I hissed as he shifted his angle, finding a direct pressure that sent a jolt straight to my stomach. “Dante, wait.”

He covered my mouth with his palm, smothering my whimpers as he drove his hips faster. We were rutting against each other fully clothed in a university bathroom while the professor continued her lecture on market segmentation down the hall. My classmates were taking notes while I was pinned against a wall with Dante’s teeth at my throat.

Jace sat in that classroom, probably wondering where I had gone, completely unaware that his best friend was grinding against his worst enemy.

The risk of exposure and the betrayal only fueled my desperation.