“Theo? Professor Feniks?” Mr. Quinlin calls into the gloomy room.
“Hi!” I wave, hurrying to meet him at the door.
Shit, if he moves to the left, he’ll see Alexis passed out and start asking questions. I shift slightly, almost penning the librarian into the door frame. “Do we need to pack up? This has been so helpful, and I feel like we might be getting somewhere.”
The librarian takes a step back, not enjoying me encroaching on his space. Sorry, Mr. Quinlin, but needs must.
“Erm, no, that’s what I wanted to tell you.” He shakes his head. “Professor Feniks can use his master key to lock up the library, so I was going to tell you to work as long as you like. But close up securely when you leave?”
Yes! “I could kiss you,” I tell him. “Thanks for trusting us.”
He takes another step back, looking even more startled.
“Well now, Professor Feniks is faculty, so I'm hardly risking my career for this,” he replies gruffly. “Anyway, have a good night. Goodnight, Feniks,” he calls into the stacks.
As soon as he’s gone, I rush to Alexis. At least his eyes are open again now.
“How can I help you?” He’s clammy, and his breathing is shallow. On instinct, I reach my arms around him and try to direct my Lumina to help him.
“I’m fine.” His body convulses, and he lets out a groan. “Love…” The next second, his eyes are closed again.
“Alexis?” I push more and more of the golden light into Alexis until I’m almost spent. He’s still unconscious, but breathing more peacefully now. Shit, that was exhausting. As the adrenaline drains from my body, I realize I’m completely knackered.
A nap couldn’t hurt.
It’s been a long few fucking days, and right now there is no one I’d rather be sleeping beside.
???
“Theo?”
I snuggle further into the hard, warm pillow underneath my cheek, trying to stay asleep. It’stooearly.
“Theo?”
Oh wait. Alexis! I’m asleep on top of my beautiful fake professor. I wriggle a little and open one eye. “Hi,” I say.
“Hi.”
My brain is only functioning at twenty percent capacity, so I wriggle around a little more, driven purely by comfort, trying to find the perfect way to sink further into my human man-mattress.
“Pulu?”
This time, I open both eyes. I meet his gaze, and the dreamy fog instantly clears. His fierce face is filled with desire. “You keep squirming around like that, and it’s going to become increasingly difficult to remember that we are on the floor of the library records room.”
His words make me jiggle my hips again. I can’t help it.
“Fuck,” he groans. “I can feel the heat pulsing from yourvittu.”
“Vittu?” I giggle like an idiot, but I can’t stop myself. I feel giddy right now. “What’s a vittu, Alexis?”
"Your cunt," he growls. With one smooth motion, Alexis grabs my waist then rolls us over until I am pinned underneath him.
Holding his weight off me by his elbows, he grins down at me, his eyes dark with intent. “Let me tell you all about yourvittu. It is a warm, dark place that I am one hundred percent certain tastes like heaven. When it gets excited, the glistening walls get even plumper and fatter, eager for attention. Thevittuhas a peak that every adventurer longs to explore. MountKlitoris.”
Alexis pauses his unbelievably hot speech to lean down and kiss the side of my neck. “Did you know the Greek word for clitoris iskleitoris,” he murmurs between kisses, “which comes from the Greek wordkleis, meaning key? As in, the key to all sex is the pleasure point for a woman.”
“I didn’t know that,” I reply, my aforementioned ‘kleitoris’ aching hotly inside my panties. His voice, his vast knowledge, his hard length pressing into me—it’s all intoxicating.
