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If Levi was a teacher, I’d take his class every day. I’d sit in the back row, away from everyone else, so I could touch myself while he rattled on about fractions or—
Okay, Riley, what the hell?
Calm down.
My face flushes and I swallow, realizing I’m staring at him and neither of us have said a thing in over a minute. His lips pull up on the left side in a knowing smirk, and I clear my throat.
“All right then. Let’s get to work.” I step toward him, casting my gaze to the ground to try again.
“Hello, Levi. It’s lovely to meet you.”
He clasps my hand like a perfect gentleman. “Hello, Riley. It’s lovely to meet you, too.”
“Would you like to sit down?” I gesture at the sofa. “Can I get you some tea?”
“Tea would be lovely,” he says, taking his seat on the couch.
I sit next to him, minding my posture, and study the tea service in front of me. Fuck, that’s a lot of canisters. Besides sugar and cream, what else do they need? I open one, take a sniff, and immediately start sneezing. “We have cinnamon,” cough, “if you would like some,” I say between spluttering coughs, the cinnamon scratching at the back of my throat.
Eyes watering, I hold out the bottle to Levi.
He starts laughing and swipes at my nose. “You’ve got some right here,” he says. “Hold on, I didn’t quite get it.” He leans in, presses a kiss to my cheek, trying to erase what is no doubt a massive smear of cinnamon. He sniffs and chokes, breaking into a barrage of hacking coughs. “Holy hell, that’s potent.”
“You think?” I put the cinnamon canister down on the tray, swiping at my cheeks and nose to get rid of any remaining cinnamon. If Thane’s parents really want cinnamon in their tea, they can request it, but otherwise, I’m good.
“What’s with all the coughing in here?” asks Miles, ducking his head into the living room. “Are you allergic to tradition or something?”
“It feels like it,” I say, waving him into the room. “Come on, I’ll pour you some special Omega tea. It’s made with oppression and tears.”
“Nice,” he says, taking the armchair closest to the sofa. “Oppression tea is my favorite.”
Thankfully, I manage to pour two cups of tea into the very expensive china teacups Levi set out. The rims of the cups are actual gold, and I’m pretty sure each saucer is worth more than I make in a month. What is even the point of expensive teacups? They do the exact same job as dollar-store coffee mugs. Maybe an even better job, since you can’t break a cheap mug just by breathing on it.
“Delicious,” pronounces Levi, taking a sip of his now-lukewarm tea. “But it needs more sugar.”
“You already have a tablespoon in there,” I protest, and his eyes flash with humor.
“How dare you speak to me that way, Omega,” he declares, looking down his nose at me. “I shall have as much sugar as I please.”
I roll my eyes and dump another heaping tablespoon into his cup. Levi shakes his head at me. “No, no, no. I’d rather have my sugar”—he taps on his lips—“right here.”
“Levi, that was terrible,” Miles groans, shaking his head. “I’m embarrassed for you.”
“It was kinda cute, actually,” I say, waving my hand in a so-so manner. “If a little corny. Worth a peck, at least.” I press my lips against Levi’s, quick and fast.
“That wasn’t sugar.” He frowns. “That was, I dunno, like diet Splenda.”
“Fine,” I relent, and I lean into him, cupping his chin as I brush my lips against his. With a tentative gentleness, I slip my tongue into his mouth. He tastes like tea, sweet and gingery. He growls appreciatively, and I deepen the kiss. The couch depresses on my other side, and I break away to find Miles now seated next to me, a hungry look in his eyes.
“I changed my mind,” he whispers, his voice hoarse with lust. “Sugar for me, too.”
I crack up and throw my arms around his neck, bringing my mouth to his. He kisses me, his mouth languid and teasing. When he pulls back, his face is flushed. A glance at his pants shows how much the kiss affected him.
“Next lesson!” says Levi, standing up and clapping his hands together like a schoolmistress. My already slick pussy throbs at his abrupt change in pace and Miles leans back against the sofa cushions, smirking knowingly in my direction.
I glance between him and Levi, who’s clearing away the tea.
What was that?I mouth to Miles, who shrugs, giving his head a shake in a way that tells me I shouldn’t worry about it. I wonder if Levi doesn’t want to get intimate with me. Or maybe if he doesn’t like to watch me being intimate with the others. Whatever the reason, I should be grateful since the space between my legs is still sore from Fox and Thane the other day.
