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I cleared my throat, fussing for no reason until his hand closed over my wrists, capturing them, and pulled me tight into his body.
“Better?” he whispered into my ear, kissing along my jaw.
“Thank you,” I said with relief, the restriction strangely calming. “Right. Words.” I pointed out a few places where I stopped reading and the lines were a bit jarring.
Beau fixed those and paused. “Would you read over the entire thing when it’s done? I’ll be about an hour.”
“Uh, sure, if you think it’s worth it?” I shrugged, knowing how smart he was and that I barely held a candle to him.
“You’re cleverer than you think, Sylvie,” he murmured, his arms tightening around me. “No, don’t move. I want you here tonight.”
I sighed at the simple pleasure of feeling safe in his arms, tucking my legs beneath me as he typed, sometimes in a flurry, other times pausing pensively. I dozed against his chest, listening to his heart beat slow and strong in his chest.
“Wake up, Sylvie.” He nudged me gently. “Time to work.”
I had a million responses to that but I was too comfy and warm to throw shade down over any of them. Instead, I read from within the comfort of his arms, only a little distracted as he unwound the silk rope harness, soothing the indented skin beneath with a sweet, almost loving touch.
Hey, a girl could dream.
I picked out his errors, even learning like he suggested, though I knew there was a lot of back information I skimmed over in his thesis.
Finally, I sagged back against him. “You have a lot in your head.”
“You have no idea.” He wound the end of the rope around his fist, squeezing it until the silks squealed softly. “Sylvie–” His mouth lowered to mine and just when I thought he would kiss me, the door opened and he lewdly thrust his tongue between my lips instead.
I sucked his tongue by pure trained reflex and sank into the submissive subspace he’d shown me, retreating into myself and letting his hands wander my body as I once again fell into the role of being his Toy.
“She looks well-trained.”
Beau retracted his tongue and growled, a low rumble only I could hear, vibrating deep in his chest. I pressed against him but he peeled me off his body until I hung across his lap, displayed openly as he played with my nipple and spread my legs for whatever plan he had in mind.
It’s because he can’t be seen to be in love. It’s because he can’t–
But I couldn’t help the tears that threatened, blurring my vision as he nudged my legs wider. I threw my hair over my face, hiding, and he didn’t stop me. Or he didn’t notice.
“Why don’t you get her off for me? She’s a greedy little slut.” Beau’s voice was distant. “Too much of a distraction when I'm working.”
“My pleasure.” I vaguely recognized the man’s voice – Donovan, perhaps, one of Beau’s midfielders?– before cold, dry fingers trailed my thigh.
I whimpered beneath my hair, reaching between us on the other side and pinching Beau’s hip as best I could, which wasn’t easy when the man had next to no body fat.
He didn’t react, and I wondered if he even felt it, or cared what I wanted.
My body went limp.
The fingers inched higher and a tear tracked through my hair to my cheek.
“That’s enough.” Beau’s voice came out sharp, sharper than I was certain he intended.
“Aw, man. I thought I was samplin’.” That cocky voice definitely belonged to Donovan.
Beau wound a hand beneath my neck and jerked me to his chest, tucking my legs beneath me. “I’m almost done here. Wanna fuck before the goods dry up and all.” He affected a yawn, but the possessive hand that crushed the back of my head, pushing my face into his chest beneath the cover of my hair, told a different story.
Another tear fell from my face, landing on his stomach. The muscles there flexed, drawing my eyes and I closed mine, willing the unseen Donovan to ignore my faux pas. If he knew, and was faithful to Beau’s father...I had no real idea how bad it would be but from the way Beau treated me in public, the outcome would be devastating for us both. Of that I had no doubt.
I squeezed my eyes tighter, but no amount of wiggling on his lap got me any closer to hiding the evidence of what we meant to each other that Beau left in the open.
“Well then. I’ll leave you to your fun. See you at training, yeah?”
