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My fingers gently rub and place just the right amount of pressure. I swallow her next breath with a kiss, and she moans into my mouth. I’m desperate for her. This gorgeous woman in my arms doesn’t know the power she holds over me. Here I am, wanting to kiss her deep enough as if I’m her oxygen. I want to bury myself so deep she doesn’t know where she ends, and I begin.
“You’ve got to be quieter than that.” I speak between kisses.
She keeps one hand clinging to the book while the other glides across my side then up my chest. Her fingers are digging into me as she comes apart on my hand. My fingers continue until she stills, then I pull my hand out from between her legs.
Kyra buries her face in my chest. “I can’t believe that just happened,” she whispers.
“That was just the start.” I release the book. “Come with me.”
She pulls back and tries to hide from me. My fingers move to brush some of her hair behind her ear.
“Ares.” She tries to step around me, but I cage her in. “I need to go and study.”
“We’re not done here, princess.” I lift her chin and place a soft kiss to her lips. “Fuck, I knew once I kissed you, I wouldn’t be able to stop.”
Chapter Fifteen
KYRA
The library is never this empty, only the low hum of the overhead lights make noise. I don’t feel alone, I never do amongst all of these history books. Then I sense him, I feel his eyes on me before I see him.
Ares brushes my hair away from my neck and places a gentle kiss. “The things I could teach you.” His hand squeezes my waist before moving up to cup my breast.
“We shouldn’t be doing this.” He pulls me more into him and I feel his hard cock at my back. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
His lips dance across my skin. “This is exactly what we should be doing.” He moves his other hand down the front of my skirt and then?—
My eyes fly open.It was just a dream, but last night wasn’t. My heart is pounding, and my sheets feel suffocating. I’m burning, breathless, and can still feel his hands on me, haunting me.
I glance at my phone to see I’m up before my alarm clock. Today is my short and easy day. Two classes, intro to marketing and photography, and then Ares is expecting me at the auction house. I don’t know how he expects me to study or be productive when he’s always so… distracting.
However, it is his place of work. I know he takes that seriously, maybe it will be different from the other times we’ve been around the other lately. Maybe, just maybe, it will work out. After a long cold shower, I’m ready to conquer the day.
I put on a light pink and navy blue wrap dress, slip into some white flats and pack my book bag. Since I’ll be heading to the auction house after class, I pack my laptop charger and take my car so I can leave right after my photography class.
The intro to marketing class is a breeze as the professor basically goes back over things we’ve already learned. I take the opportunity to pull up my Ancient Greece paper and do some light edits on it.
Photography is just as easy, but it’s one I pay more attention to. The professor goes over film photography and composition. It holds my attention more when I notice some of the reference photos are of the pyramids.
As simple and fun as these days are with just these two classes, it also means time goes by all too fast and what would normally be the day I catch up on studying or planning sorority events, I find myself driving less than twenty minutes away to the DGE Auction House.
I find a close parking spot along the street and make my way through the double doors and into the lobby. My steps are quiet across the glossy dark tinted concrete floor. I’ve never been inside here, but I recognize some of it from pictures.
I didn’t want to be completely lost when I showed up this afternoon. Was it weird to look up on the maps at an Earth view to see what the parking situation was like? Maybe, but I liked being as prepared as I could when showing up somewhere new.
There were few pictures of Drakos Global Enterprises main auction house. The museum was a few blocks down. The Drakos family dabbled in a variety of businesses all across the world. It made sense how Ares was the lead curator for both the museum and the auction house with his doctorate in history.
I walk up to the wooden reception desk. An older gentleman is staring at the computer, his glasses perched low on his nose. I hesitate for a moment before making my presence known.
“Hi, I’m here to see Ares.”
The old man points toward my right, and I glance over to see a set of elevators. “Level three,” he responds without looking up.
“Okay, thank you.” He keeps his head down as I turn and make my way over.
The elevator is quiet, but slow. It feels like it takes forever to see the number two flash on the little dark screen on the wall, then the three. Either it’s slow or my nerves are making everything drag on.
I hold my breath as the doors open to what looks like a storage room. Boxes and crates are lined up along the walls. I hesitate, maybe the old man got the number wrong.
