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I nod and we slip out of the gloves and leave them on the table before making our way back to his office. Ares glances down at his phone.
“Make yourself comfortable. I’m going to run down and grab our lunch.” He walks out of the office.
Chapter Sixteen
ARES
My eyes glance up from the screen to see Kyra reposition herself on the couch again. She curls her legs under her as she balances her laptop on the armrest, then continues to type away.
After lunch, I showed her a few more pieces and then she mentioned needing to work on her paper. Something must have inspired her, because she’s been typing away for nearly two hours.
I can’t help but watch her. There’s no reason for me to be sitting at my desk, but I could only catalogue stuff out there for so long before the need to be in the same room as her took over.
“Oh, my God,” Kyra mutters.
Her eyes glance up to see mine on her. She smiles. “It’s done.” She shakes her head with a laugh. “I mean, I still need to edit it, but it’s all done.”
“Your paper?”
She nods and closes her laptop. Her head falls back on the couch. “It flowed out of me more like a work of fiction than a history paper. Sex, politics, and the ancient games,” she mutters.
I watch as her chest rises and falls. The way her wrap dress has slowly unwrapped a little. It taunts me. Teasing me with the edge of pink lace beneath it. My nostrils flare and I slowly stand from my seat.
“Tell me about it.” I walk over to the door and lock it. “How does your paper start?”
“The first sentence reads: When we think of being naked, we associate it with sex, but what if we associated it with the Olympics instead?” She laughs. “I then go on to be more scientific with the fact that the athletes were naked when competing because it allowed more freedom of movement.”
I turn around to see her still looking up at the ceiling. A smile spreads across her face. “Can you imagine those ancient games? Going up against someone who appeared physically larger than you?”
“It was a tribute to the gods.” Her head moves and her eyes are on me, watching as I cross the office and come to stand in front of her.
I take the last few steps to be in front of her before dropping to my knees. Her eyes widen. My hands move up her legs—slowly. I notice the hitch in her breathing as I take my time moving up her body. I stand and pull her up with me.
“This fucking dress.” My fingers toy with the strings that have loosened over the last couple of hours in my office. I slowly pull at one and it opens with ease. “Did you mean to show up here wrapped like my present? Taunting me all day. Slowly becoming undone in my office.”
I push the sleeves off her shoulders and watch the dress drop to the floor in a pile at her feet. My eyes scan over her flawless skin and the pretty pink lace matching bra and panties. My gorgeous goddess. My princess. All fuckingmine.
“Ares. I—” she stops.
“What’s going through that pretty head of yours?” My eyes search hers as I unbutton my shirt.
“I’ve never. I mean… I haven’t.” She stops again. “I’m a virgin.”
Fuck. Me.
If I thought I was obsessed with her before? Now, I’m feral. “Good. I’ll be your first and last.”
“What?” Her hands go to cover herself.
I slip out of my shirt and pull the white undershirt off in a simple sweep. “You’re mine. Aren’t you, Kyra?” She nods. “If you want this to stop, I need you to use your words.” My hands hesitate at the buckle of my pants. “Tell me now if you don’t want this. Say stop and I will.”
It’ll suck, but if she’s not ready for this yet, I’ll wait. I’m not patient, but I’ll do whatever it takes. I will wait however long I need to until she knows this is happening.
“I want you too.” She drops her hands to her sides. “I just… I don’t know what to do.”
The smile crosses my face as I unbuckle my belt. Her eyes glance down, and she watches as I unbutton and unzip my pants. I push my pants down and step out of them and my shoes. My cock is hard and bounces forward as I stand up.
“That can’t be normal. It’s huge.”
