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His eyes go straight to my pussy, then he kneels and dives right back in, to the place I crave his touch most.

He sucks hard on my clit and circles it with his tongue into me, then he’s sucking and feasting, pushing me closer to the edge of madness.

Dorian fucks me with his tongue, and my body can’t withstand the onslaught of pleasure that hisses through my nerves.

I squirm against his mouth as another wave of fire rushes through my blood, then I feel it.

My orgasm rises to its peak and releases in a vicious flush that consumes my body.

“Oh God!” I cry out, throwing my head back.

Hot waves of pleasure pulse in time with his tongue and my galloping heart. My arousal rushes out of me and into his mouth. He drinks me, leaving me numb to everything but this glorious sensation in my mind, body, heart, and soul.

For a moment, I’m glad we’re alone in the house. Everyone would hear me if we weren’t. And I don’t think I would care.

I’d still want him to do everything he’s doing to me. And never stop.

He licks me clean, then he stills, resting his head against my inner thigh. Warm breath fans against my skin, arousing me all over again.

More. I want more. God, I want him so badly it aches.

I’m ready for more, but my hopes flatline when he rests his hand on my thigh and his touch feels different. It’s colder. How can it suddenly feel cold when seconds ago, there was so much fire between us?

I lift my head and find him watching me. His eyes are fixed on my stomach, then move up and up to meet my gaze. Something has changed in him. The look in his eyes… it’s like someone marched into his head and switched off the lights.

Somethinghaschanged, and I already know that whatever this was, it’s over.

“I, um… This is a bad idea. We need to stop.” When his voice takes on that cold edge I’m used to, something inside me cracks open, leaving a hollow space.

He doesn’t waste any more time. Tearing his eyes away from me, he walks away. Leaving me there. Naked on the table with my dignity in scraps.

Chapter 24

Elodie

“The Billionaire’s New Mystery Woman.”

The headline fromThe Chroniclestares me right in the face, the words blurring in and out of my vision.

Beneath it is a picture of Dorian and me kissing on the yacht.

We look like a couple in a big-screen movie, lost in the throes of passion.

I grabbed a copy on my way into school while I was getting coffee. At the newspaper stand, I saw the same image either on the cover of other papers or tucked within the first few pages.

The story was pretty much everywhere.

I bring my hand to my cheek and stare at the image of us.

I’m sitting behind my desk in my office.

I’m glad I came in early this morning. The timing has given me a few quiet moments to get my head together. I share this office space with Skylar and three other teachers.

I don’t want them to see me like this. As my friend, Skylar would take one look at me and know something is off, but I think the others would, too.

The bags under my bloodshot eyes would surely give me away. I didn’t even look like this when I was trying to split my time between my job here and at the coffeehouse.

After that whole fiasco with Dorian last night, I didn’t sleep. It was difficult to even try.