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Since Apollo had nothing on display worth investigating, even his desk was neat and organized, I opened a few drawers. The second one, I noticed a rival school hoodie in, so I started to pick that one up. Make sure it was what it looked like. Something heavy was in the pocket. I reached in, and as soon as my fingers touched it, I tried to fold it back the way it was immediately.
I wasn’t sure if I was successful, but that was alarming. Why did he have a gun? Why did he need a gun? Another hoodie of a nearby state school, and I pushed down on the fabric and sighed with relief. I closed that drawer and opened the next. I closed it almost immediately because there was another one right there on top for anyone to see. Well, no one else would ever come in here without him. In fact, aside from me…I’d never known, heard, anyone else in this room but him.
Next drawer, and fortunately, that was just a drawer full of—
“Oh, Harper Harrington. What are you doing in my room?” he asked. I shut the drawer and looked over and up at Apollo, not very happy with me at all.
“I uh—”
I stood, and before I could get another word out, he had a hand around my throat and my back against a wall, lifting, so I was on tiptoes. I reached for his hand and pulled at his thumb. Fuck. This was the part of Apollo that…turned me on. I closed my eyes tightly and tried to get a grip. A grip. A—
Chapter Forty-Four
Apollo
I wasn’t exactly prepared for the girl I was choking to relax and then hold my forearm tighter because she let go. Like, did a little jump of a movement which meant really choking herself harder in order to get her legs wrapped around my waist. This pulled me off balance, and I was pressed against her, against the wall, and still had my hand around her throat because…technically, I probably should go ahead and kill her.
I eased the grip, and she sucked in a breath. I repeated it, “What are you doing in my room?”
“You lied to me.” She gasped as I firmed that grip again. Then, her eyes closed, and her thighs did a little twitch, and I realized despite my best efforts to intimidate her, I was quite possibly turning her on? No. No, that’s not right.
“I lie to lots of people.” I let my thumb stroke, and her little sigh and roll of hips had me all messed up. “Is this turning you on?”
“A little.” She smiled at me. Fucking smiled at me. She bit her lower lip and then said, “Daddy would spank me for being bad. What are you going to do, Apollo?”
I told her the truth. “Contemplating whether or not I’m going to murder you.”
In business, I was not an inexperienced man. I was only that way in sex because…well, business was my focus, and pussy derailed many. Made them weak. I moved my index finger along the skin on her throat, and she did that squeeze with her thighs again. “I bet with the right incentive you could kill me a hundred different ways tonight.”
Why was that making me hard? Why were my lips moving in to—
Chapter Forty-Five
Harpy
He was serious, but so was I. Especially if he was serious about killing me. At least fuck me first. The moment his lips touched mine, I knew something dangerous was happening between us. Something more than just sex. I didn’t quite know what, but I might not live to know, so I bit his lower lip, and he let go of my throat and started kissing me like a man who hadn’t eaten in years and just stumbled upon a steak.
I had to make sure this was good for him. No teasing, no reason for him to not want to do it again, which I needed to be alive for. “Let me taste you, Apollo.”
I held my arms around him and let my legs shift till my feet were on the floor again. I pushed a little, and he took a step back. I moved to the side, and he shifted with me. I made sure not to put myself toward the door in this turn. Didn’t want him to think I would run for it. Where the hell could I even go?
I turned us again and pushed him back against that wall. He looked at the door, at me, and I pushed his shirt up. He shook his head. “No. But you should take your clothes off.”
I nodded. I made a show of it. A tease, and as I stepped back into his space, totally naked, I reached for his hand and pulled it to my pussy and said, “See what you did to me?”
His fingers tensed and then stroked. He sucked in a sharp, hard breath and then pushed two fingers up and into me. I reached for his chest, held on, shifted my feet farther apart, and said, “Just like that.”
He watched me, intently. Every twitch, jerk. “Apollo.”
He removed his fingers and brought them to my lips. I opened my mouth, and he pushed them in. I sucked, licked, and moved to my knees before he even had the chance to guide me. I unwrapped him like a gift. And he was. I understood completely why girls dropped easily to their knees for this man. The promise of getting fucked with this thick cock was too much to resist. Running the comparisons, he wasn’t as long as my football players, but they were not as thick as him. Dane just a fraction shorter than Tituss, but thicker. Tituss just a fraction less thick than Dane but longer. I could pick those two dicks in a lineup by sight, taste, smell.
This was a new map to explore, and I did. I did not just open my mouth and take him inside. I licked the heavy sac, teased, and his head clunked against the wall behind him. I refused to smile. I just stayed focused on his cock. I licked a vein to the top and said to it more than him, “You are really fucking special, mister.”
“He’s something all right,” Apollo mumbled. That may have been a thought he wanted to keep to himself, but I heard it.
I put my hand on him, then looked up and said, “Look at me. Watch how wide I have to open to fit him in my mouth.”
His head came forward, and I licked, teased, sipped at the drop of pre-cum. He sort of shivered if his shoulders were an indication. “You taste good, Apollo.”
