Page 98 of Crown of Thorns
“Afraid, Professor?”
He tilts his chin, his glare the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. “Never.”
“Good. Consider this a date.”
“A date?”
“When I asked Gaël what boyfriends do, he advised me to take you out on a date.”
“Gaël?Boyfriends?” He shakes his head, bewildered.
“Yes.” I smile. “But I wasn’t sure where to take you. Thanks to this…I know now. So, thank you very much, situation, and let’s go and slay those demons.”
“I’m not sure I follow,” Noah mumbles, though his cock doesn’t share those same concerns. Hard, it brushes snugly against the crease between my ass cheeks.
“Yes, you do. You understand perfectly." I shift, letting my lips trail along the shell of his ear, letting my weight settle purposefully on top of him. "And once we have buried our filthy little secrets and know everything there is to know about each other, we will talk to Dad. He’s a member of the board, and he will help us clean up your business. Besides, by then we’ll be able to discuss some other things with him as well."
Our eyes meet. I wiggle my brows. He frowns. He knows what I’m going to say, I can see it in the way he fights it, searching for a way out. But we both know there is no fucking way out of this. He’s stuck with me now. I give him my biggest grin.
He shakes his head. “Louis?—”
“No.”
“You can’t possibly?—”
“I can and I will. This is just the beginning.”
“I’m a mess?—”
“Who’s stuck with me now?”
“Fuck.” I feel his dick thickening against my ass.
Leaning forward, I stretch my body out against his and brush our mouths together. “Call me that again.”
“What?”
“That beautiful word.”
A sly grin curves his mouth. “Sweetheart?”
“Hmmm… again.”
“Sweetheart.” He smiles through the word.
I lick his lips, humming against them. “Again.”
“Sweetheart…”
“Yes, Professor. Please, fuck me.”
And that…he does.
His fingers dig into my hips, breath hot against my neck as he flips me beneath him with a growl that shoots straight to my spine. And fuck, I let him. I want him wild, unguarded, mine.
He fucks me like I’m the only truth left in a world that’s on fire. Slow, like he’s trying to brand me into memory before everything else crumbles. Like he knows the Brotherhood might come knocking and he wants to leave something behind they can’t touch, deep, claiming every inch. And when he finally comes, teeth buried in my shoulder, I know something's changed.
Because this isn’t just sex.
