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He just shrugs. “I wrote a whole report about how your design is better and he should reassign me to your team. I figured he wouldn’t go for it, but I didn’t think he’d publicly call me out on it.” He sighs and turns to look at me, ignoring Lex. “Who the fuck is he to say I don’t know how to keep my eyes off what isn’t mine, when he’s doing the exact same thing every time he looks at you? The man is married, but he still looks at you the way he did that night in King of Hearts. It’s inappropriate.”
My eyes widen a fraction. “How does he look at me?” I ask, my voice weak.
“Like he wants you. Like you belong to him.”
I blush fiercely and look away. “You’re reading too much into things,” I refute.
“Am I?” he murmurs, just as the drones deliver our reports to us.
My eyes widen when I notice the little note right next to the A+ in bright red ink.Good job, Mrs. Windsor.My gaze cuts to Lex, only to find him already looking at me in the exact way Adam just described. My husband smirks at me when I rush to shove my report into my bag, his earlier annoyance having made way for relaxed confidence. He just loves making me all flustered, and I have no doubt he wrote that note just to see me blush.
“Ugh,” Adam says, and I glance over to find a B- on his report. My lips part in shock when I read the note on it.
Nice try, Adam. Granted, Raya is brilliant and very few could measure up, so I’ll give you a half decent mark for the way you praised her work. Rewrite this if you want a higher grade, and don’t pull this shit again.
I narrow my eyes and try to grab Adam’s report, but he snatches it away and stuffs it into his bag, much like I did. “That asshole,” he mutters, glaring at Lex, who is summarizing common issues he’s found across our work and explaining how to prevent or solve those, so we can apply his tips in our next lab session.
Each time Lex’s eyes meet mine, his expression warms just slightly, and I find myself looking away. I never last long, seeking him out involuntarily. It’s odd how unobtainable he feels every time I see him at school, when he pulled me closer in bed just this morning, pleading with me not to get up just yet, so he could hold me a little longer.
Adam leans into me, snapping me out of my daze. “Come to the library with me after class?” he murmurs. “It’s been a while since we last studied together, and it looks like I may have to rewrite my report.”
I glance at him and smile. “Of course,” I murmur, before looking back at my husband. Every time Adam leans in to speak to me, Lex’s expression instantly becomes a blend of annoyance and possessiveness, and something about it drives the butterflies in my stomach wild.
Thirty-Two
Lex
I watch my wife laugh at something Adam says as they rise from their seats at the end of my class, something akin to jealousy settling in my stomach. Adam looks over his shoulder, right at me, as his arm wraps around Raya’s shoulders. The fucker smiles at me as he pulls her along, and my blood begins to boil. I should’ve just failed him for that fucking glorified love letter he handed in.
“I have a question, Professor Windsor,” one of my students calls, obstructing my path as I try to follow Raya. She bats her eyelashes in a way I’m sure she thinks is attractive, but it just makes her look like she’s having an allergic reaction.
“Email me,” I tell her, before walking around her and grabbing my phone to see where Adam is taking my wife. Something about the way he looked at me reminded me of what Raya told me the day we discussed our engagement — that she wanted me to let her go once our time is up, so she can find someone who will love her like I can’t. Did she have Adam in mind then?
Unease runs down my spine as I walk into the library. If she hadn’t been forced to marry me, he’s exactly the kind of guy that she’d have chosen. He’s smart, reliable, and passably good-looking, but most importantly, he makes her laugh.
I find the two of them seated in the back of the library, and I pause out of sight. My wife is looking down at her notebook, but he’s looking at her. I’d recognize that tortured expression anywhere — he’s in love with her but knows he can’t have her. Ares looked at Raven that way for years, while he was arranged to be married to her older sister.
Raya rises from her seat and walks toward one of the bookcases, weaving through the countless rows, and I grin as I quietly follow her into the huge labyrinth Astor College calls its library. My wife pauses in front of a collection of books on aerodynamics within the engineering section, and I bite back a smile as I sneak up behind her.
My hand wraps over her mouth just before my body brushes against hers, and she gasps. “Quiet, little fairy,” I murmur as I push her up against the bookshelf. Her body relaxes at the sound of my voice, and I grin as I lean in and tilt her head, exposing her neck.
She whimpers when I brush her hair aside with my free hand and place my lips against her ear. “Tell me, baby. Did you think you’d get away with letting him wrap his arm around what’smine?”
She chuckles against my hand, not in the least intimidated, and I fucking love that about her. She’s so sweet most of the time, but this side of her is all mine. I move my hand down until I have my fingers splayed across her stomach. “Answer me.”
“No. I knew you’d be jealous, and I let him do it anyway.”
I wrap my hand in her hair, pulling her head back a touch to look at her. “Such a naughty little fairy,” I murmur as my handslips underneath her skirt. “I warned you, didn’t I? You’re mine, Raya Windsor, and I don’t share.”
Her gaze is heated, and I draw a shaky breath before lowering my lips to hers, taking that pretty mouth of hers. She kisses me back instantly, a soft moan escaping her throat when I part her lips, my tongue seeking entrance.
She gasps when my fingers brush over the lace panties she’s wearing today, and I chuckle when I find her rapidly getting wet. “Lex,” she whispers. “We can’t do this here. We’ll get caught.”
“Then you’d better be quiet, darling.” I push her underwear aside and coat my fingers in her wetness. Her hand wraps around my wrist, and I shake my head. “Put your hands on that shelf,” I order, “or I’ll stop touching you right now.”
My pretty wife hesitates for only a split second before she does as I told her to. “Good girl,” I murmur. “I’d reward you for your obedience if you hadn’t gotten yourself into so much trouble. Now I’m going to have to teach you a lesson, darling.”
My fingers slip into her, and she moans when I press up against her g-spot. My other hand joins in to massage her clit, and I grin as her hips begin to rotate, soft needy whimpers on her lips.
