When he returns, his arms are filled with candles of all different shapes. He spreads them across the end table and coffee table, lighting each one until the room is cast in a warm glow. His features look more angular, his strong jaw so sharp it could cut through stone, but with the shadows surrounding us, he’s otherworldly in his beauty.
“You have to quit looking at me like that if you want things to remain purely platonic between us,” he mutters so low I’m nearly certain he hadn’t intended me to hear, but the words do the trick, knocking me out of my fixation.
Choosing to ignore the statement, I reach for his book, popping it open to where he slid the newest bookmark I made him. The tiny cartoon penises and the words “Certified Smut Slut” make me snort, and before I’ve had a chance to inspect the pages, he’s snatching the book from my hands, propping his feet up on the edge of the coffee table.
“Read to me,” I tell him, grabbing my favourite emerald-green blanket from behind the sofa, wrapping it around my shoulders, and shimmying closer. The outside of my thigh presses against his, and somehow, it’s comforting.How odd.
Elijah’s eyes grow wide beneath the thick frames of his glasses. “Wh-what? No. I?—”
I roll my eyes. “Just read the damn book, princess. I’m curious to find out just how filthy these books you always have your face buried in are.”
He holds up his index finger, shaking his head. “First of all,youpicked this one out. Second, I just stopped at a super-spicy scene, and I think my skin would combust if I read it aloud,” he admits, and it’s the cutest thing in the world. So adorable, in fact, that it makes me want him to read to me even more.
“If you get horny, you can just go wank one out in your bedroom. I won’t judge,” I say, waving him off. He arches a brow, his lopsided smirk turning his features from “adorable” to something far more divine. Again, such bizarre thoughts. “Say whatever it is you have to say.”
“And what if it’s not me who gets turned on?” he asks, his voice dropping an octave. I have to lean in to hear him, the action brushing my breast against his tricep. He shivers from the contact but doesn’t back down. “I read these books every day, Adhira.” He peers down at me as he whispers his next words. “What if you’re the one left aching between your pretty thighs? How do we resolve that?”
My mouth goes dry, and the most absurd sensation—tingles fluttering deep in my belly—twists my face in…repulsion?I think?Who am I kidding? It certainly wasn't bloody repulsion.
He straightens, careful to remove any inch of his skin that had been brushing against mine, clearing his throat. “I’m kidding, Adhira. I was channelling my inner Niklaus.”
“Who?” I ask, tilting my head to get a better read on him.
“The male main character fromAdventurous Love. He says that kind of stuff,” he clarifies, dipping his chin to stare down at the words in his lap.
“Great. Can’t wait to learn all about him. Now read the damn book, princess.”
He lets out a huff as I squeeze the edges of the blanket tighter around me, but his posture relaxes, and his blazing-hot thigh presses against mine, heat oozing through my exhausted muscles.
He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, a small bump present along the otherwise smooth bridge from where he’d broken it during a match a decade ago. Settling into the sofa, he begins to read, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t enthralled from the very first page.
Kelsey’s wet lips and hot mouth wrapped around the head of my shaft is undoubtedly the most unholy and sinfully sexy thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. I’d move on to whatever the afterlife holds for me if it meant death would be this sweet.
Elijah coughs, scratching the side of his neck and leaving raised red lines in the thin skin. His pulse thrums steadily beneath his jaw; I can see the thump of blood beneath his flesh.
My fingers twine into the roots of her messy blonde waves, streaked with purple and blue. I tug her down on my length until she’s gagging on me, fingers digging into my thighs as she bobs her head, eyes watering but never wavering as they take me in. My balls tighten, tingles of pleasure erupting throughout my entire body, threatening to suffocate me with lust and longing. I want this woman in every way imaginable. Hell, in ways I haven't even imagined yet.
His voice is smooth and serene despite the utter filth flying past his lips. I shift on the sofa, tucking my shins beneath me to face him, my knees flush against his outer thigh.
She taps on my thigh three times, just like we’d talked about, and it brings literal tears to my eyes when I have to obey, releasing my hold on her. She pulls off me, saliva coating her shiny, swollen, dick-fucked lips. “Did I hurt you?” I ask, regaining an ounce of the manners I once possessed before her.
She shakes her head, wild strands flying around her shoulders as she pushes up to press her lips to mine. I don’t hesitate like I used to. I open for her, my hand winding around her neck to press her into me, unwilling to let her go until I’ve had my fill. I’m certain that day will never come, so I relent when she gently shoves my chest, greeting me with the most beautiful smile highlighted by that damned rhinestone glued to her canine tooth. Fuck, she’s delicious.
She all but flings herself off the bed, waltzing through my bedroom with her bare ass swaying, her hips even wider now we’ve hit the twenty-week mark.
“She’spregnant!” I shout at Elijah, and he chuckles deeply.
“Yes, it’s a surprise pregnancy romance. Thatwasthe trope of choice,” he says, briefly closing the book to slide the dust jacket off, opening it to reveal the couple painted inside, their hands forming a heart on the woman’s big baby bump.
I rub my forehead and scrunch my brows. “Who wants to read something like that?”
He shrugs. “Hey, pregnant people can be sexy, too, I hear. Besides, I’ve loved their story so far. While I’d personally be in hysterics if I got someone pregnant, I’m really impressed with the way the author wrote their story. It’s been real, raw, and”—he tugs on his ear—“horny.”
I cackle, smacking my palm over my mouth. “Keep reading! I need to know why she left in the middle of sucking him off.”
“As you wish,” he murmurs.
“Baby, where the hell are you going?” I ask, resisting the urge to follow her.
