Page 55 of Savage Ambition

“Now, where were we?” He gripped the armrests, caging me in the chair before capturing my mouth with a hard kiss.

I tore my lips away, panting. “This is a terrible idea. And how did you find me?”

“I’m just that good.”

“Leave me alone,” I hissed, shoving at his chest. “I’m not in the mood for your bullshit.”

“Really?” His thumb traced my bottom lip, still swollen from his kiss. “You were up for it earlier.”

His hand slid beneath my shirt, warm fingers splaying over my ribs.

I jerked away, almost toppling the chair in my haste to escape. “We aren’t doing this. Especially not here.”

I made it halfway down the aisle before he caught my wrist and spun me around. My back hit the bookcase hard enough to rattle the shelves as I dropped my bag. Dante crowded in close, gripping my hip.

“You didn’t seem to have many complaints in the bathroom.” The rigid length of his arousal pressed against my stomach.

“Dante,” I whispered.

“When you say my name like that, it almost makes me regret you can’t call me that there.” His fingers moved to my belt, working the leather loose. The metallic clink of the buckle echoed between the shelves as he popped open the buttons of my jeans.

“We’re going to get caught,” I hissed, even as my hips bucked into his touch.

“Did we get caught earlier?” He dropped to his knees and shoved my shirt up.

“Kinda, yeah. And now Jace will ask questions I don’t want to answer.”

Pain bloomed above my hip bone as Dante sank his teeth into my flesh, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. My cock throbbed against the confines of my briefs.

“What the fuck was that for?” I gasped, threading my fingers through his hair.

He glared up at me, his eyes dark and dangerous. “Don’t talk about that piece of shit when I’m touching you.”

I blinked in disbelief. “Wait, are you jealous?”

Dante’s hand cupped my erection through the thin cotton, squeezing hard enough to border on pain. “Has he ever touched you like this?”

“Never,” I groaned.

Satisfaction smoothed his expression. “Then I have nothing to be jealous of, do I?” He leaned forward, pressing his lips over the bite mark he’d left on my skin.

“But if we had, you’d have a reason to be jealous?” I asked.

“You’re thinking too much.” He hooked a finger in the waistband of my briefs and pulled them down, freeing my cock. He took me deep into his mouth, ending the conversation.

Wet heat engulfed me, his tongue tracing the underside. I clutched his shoulder with one hand, digging my nails into his shirt, while my other hand clutched the edge of the bookshelf until the wood groaned in protest. Somewhere beyond our hidden alcove, the distant murmur of students drifted through the stacks.

Dante swallowed around me, the tight suction drawing a strangled gasp. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me tight against the shelves. Leather-bound volumes pressed into my spine.

“Shit, they’re going to catch us,” I whispered. The library’s circulation desk was thirty feet away. Anyone could round the corner and find him on his knees, servicing me between Egyptology and Mesopotamian architecture.

He pulled back, slipping off me with an audible pop. “Great, it’ll be an educational experience for them.” His tone was completely level despite the fact he was kneeling on the floor of a public library looking up at me. Maintaining eye contact, he licked along my length before swallowing me whole again.

I felt like a themed room back at Gennaro Corporation, except there, I paid thousands for the illusion. Here, the risk was entirely real.

My head fell back against the shelf as Dante gave me the most satisfying blow job of my life. I stifled my moans behind my palm.

I bumped the shelf behind me. A heavy book tumbled off and hit the carpet with a muted thud. The sound froze us for a heartbeat, right as voices approached. A professor discussed citation formats with a student paused just one row over.