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“I’m close,” I manage to say.
His thumb picks up the pace, his thrusts becoming faster and more urgent. “Me, too,” he admits, his throaty voice rough with desire. His thumb strums my clit as he slams into me, his eyes holding mine.
“Oh, my God,” I moan as heat explodes inside me, and I grip his shoulders tightly.
His thrusts come faster and harder, his groans mixing with my moans. His orgasm hits him, and he pulls out of me, his eyes focused on mine as he comes over the tile. He groans and thrusts back into me three times before stilling.
His eyes are closed, and his head drops to my shoulder as he tries to catch his breath. He collapses next to me, pulling me into his arms. My muscles are weak, and I can’t help but curl into him as my body relaxes.
He kisses my forehead. “That was amazing.”
I tilt my head to look at him. “Good.”
He grins at me and kisses the tip of my nose.
I can already feel my body responding to him. The thought is slightly alarming.
“Are we still enemies?” he asks.
“Absolutely.”
“Good. Because I’m digging this enemies-to-lovers thing.”
Chapter
Fourteen
Athena
Still reeling from last night and whatever the fuck that was, I go for my run, cutting it a little short, looking forward to spending some time with Paris. He is easy to be around. He makes me laugh, and he makes me feel wanted and cherished when he kisses me. He also respects that I’m not willing to give up my virginity quite yet… or at least wasn’t willing before last night. Unlike Perseus, he doesn’t push. But the way he kisses me, I know that if he does that when we are truly alone, it would go so much further.
Just because I fucked Perseus, doesn’t mean some weird monogamous loyalty begins. Quite the opposite, in fact. I want to fuck someone else fast just so I can erase the feeling of his cock inside of me.
When I get to the coffee shop, the barista points to a table where Paris is sitting, looking all nerdy hot, typing away on his laptop with two cups of coffee and a few pastries sitting in front of him.
“Good morning,” I say, taking the seat across from him.
“One second,” he says, typing faster before he closes the laptop and puts it away. It makes me feel so important when he does that. All his attention is on me, not being divided between me and the code like it is when he hangs with the rest of his friends. “Good morning.” His smile is bright and makes my knees a little weak. “Did you have a good run?”
“I did.” I take my cup of coffee, enjoying the rich mocha flavor. “Though it looks like you are trying to negate all my hard work with carbs and sugar.”
“The bakery had just dropped these off when I got here, and they were going fast. So I snagged us each one. I thought you would appreciate the hazelnuts and chocolate with your morning coffee-flavored hot chocolate,” he teases.
“I’m sorry, those of us who aren’t glued to a keyboard all day staring at code don’t need straight black coffee. We get to enjoy our morning pick-me-up.”
“Oh, I’ll give you a morning pick-me-up you can enjoy,” he says with a playful wink, making me giggle like the girls I used to detest.
“Uh huh, I bet this is part of your evil plan, isn’t it?” I tease, and his brows furrow. “You’re luring me into a false sense of security to make me fat. You’ll claim it’s a psychiatric break. That is the scandal you sell to the papers, letting your little buddy take everything.”
He cracks up laughing. “We both know your body is perfect, and you don’t run to stay in shape. I bet it’s burning off frustration and helps you focus.”
“It is helping me keep my competitive cut-throat edge while I wait to go back to work,” I admit.
“So about last night,” he starts, and my stomach flips. Does he know what happened at the pool last night?
“What about it?”
“You really threw poor Perseus for a fucking loop with your insults.” He laughs.
Picking up my pastry, I give him a smile. “Good.” I bite into the breakfast, and it’s so good my eyes just about roll to the back of my head as I let out a moan that is a little too sexual for a morning coffee shop.
“Admit it, I did good at grabbing these.” The smirk on Paris’s face is the right amount of sexy and confident.
“Maybe.”
“Well, now that I have you blissed out with chocolate, answer a question for me.”
“Depends on the question,” I say before taking another bite of the flaky heaven.
“Did you mean what you said?”
“You’re going to have to be more specific,” I deadpan as I set the pastry down on the plate and pick up my coffee.
