Page 39 of Chaos & Corruption

He grins before lowering his mouth to mine once again. It isn’t a quick peck like the one before and he takes his time, lazily parting my lips and sweeping his tongue around my mouth. It would be so easy to just say fuck it and forget all about my thesis, but tomorrow is a big day for me and unbeknownst to Alex, I plan on shedding some light on the chaos and corruption that lives and breeds here at Stonewall.

Reluctantly, I tear my mouth away from his and wrangle free from his hold. Sitting up, I throw my legs over the side of the bed and bend to retrieve my panties.

“Do you really have to go?” he groans.

“Yes,” I say with a smile on my face.

He lets out a long sigh and sits up.

“Fine, let me grab some sweatpants and I’ll walk you up.”

As he makes quick work at grabbing his clothes, I pull my dress over my head. I don’t bother with my shoes, though. It’s just one flight up.

Alex emerges from the bathroom, dressed in a pair of grey sweats and a Stonewall Sinners t-shirt. He slides his arms around my waist and pulls my back against his chest.

“I’m going to miss you this weekend,” he murmurs, sliding my hair over my shoulder. Dipping his head, he presses his mouth to the side of my neck. “Promise me you’re going to behave.”

“Define behave.”

“No society shit until I get back on Sunday night…” His voice trails. “Actually, we won’t resume any of that until Monday. When I get back, I want you back in my bed. I’m determined to beat tonight’s record.”

Ignoring his warning about the society, I ask, “We have a record?”

“Four orgasms,” he returns, holding up four fingers. He wiggles them teasingly before continuing. “Sunday you’ll get at least five.”

I can get on board with that promise.

“Won’t you be tired?”

“If we win, and we will win, I’ll be wired and need to release all that energy. You should get some rest this weekend. You’re gonna need it.”

“Keep talking like that, Reggiano, and I might just sneak into your suitcase.”

“Now, that’s something I wouldn’t object to,” he says as he unwinds his arms from my waist and reaches for the door. Winking at me, he pulls it open and steps aside, allowing me to exit his bedroom first.

As I pass him, I give his tight ass a squeeze and strut out of the room. We don’t make it far though because as soon as we round the hallway, I spot Webber. Holding the front door open, he talks in hushed tones to Jennings.

Fucking Jennings!

Alex grabs me and pulls me back into the dark hallway, pressing a finger against my lips and we both strain our ears to listen but it’s impossible. A moment later, Webber slams the door in Jennings’ face. We watch him roughly drag his fingers through his hair before turning and stalking into his bedroom. He shuts the door and I hear the lock slide into place.

Turning to Alex, I raise an eyebrow.

“Those two are friends?”

Keeping his gaze trained on Webber’s closed door, his jaw clenches.

“It looks that way, doesn’t it?”

He slowly brings his eyes back to me.

“This doesn’t change anything,” he warns. “I mean it Victoria, lay low until I get back. I’ll see what I can get out of Webber this weekend, but I don’t need to be worrying about what the fuck you’re doing here. Do you hear me?”

“I hear you,” I whisper.

But what he doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.

Fifteen

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