Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 75195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
The waiter smiled at us. “Our final wine for the evening is Hades.”
She cleared her throat and lowered into her chair.
Instead of going to my seat, I walked over to her torn thong on the floor.
She gasped in horror.
Embarrassed? The waiter already heard you moaning. They all have—the chef and the rest of the staff.
The waiter continued, “This bold, full-bodied red wine is made with grapes grown in warm, sunny climates.”
Nova no longer looked at the waiter. Instead, she watched me in pure embarrassment as I stood in front of the thong.
“This wine has notes of dark fruit, vanilla, and a very rich spice.”
Without taking my gaze away from hers, I slowly lowered, picked up the thong, and rose.
“Enjoy.” The waiter bowed and left.
“I most definitely will.” I brought the panties to my face.
She widened her eyes.
I deeply breathed in the scent of her pussy. A low groan vibrated through my body. With the panties still against my nose, I spoke, “Tomorrow, you will come to my studio.”
“I. . .um. . .” She gazed at the panties on my face. “I scheduled. . .a private room in the library for. . .I mean to study.”
Never letting my gaze leave Nova, I lowered the panties from my face and carefully placed the thong in my pocket. “The car will be in front of your building at 3pm.”
She blinked.
I headed back over to the table.
“Unfortunately, I must decline.” She gave me a sad smile. “I really want to. Believe me. But, it is difficult to get a room.”
I grinned.
“I was on a wait list for two weeks to get this one scheduled for—”
“3pm.” I dove my hand in the pocket stuffed with the thong and fingered the damp material.
“Tristan—”
“If you are not with my driver at that time, then you will see me in your hard-to-schedule library room, stuffing my cock in your mouth and making you moan and plead in front of all those studious people.”
Her face flushed.
The waiters brought out plates, presenting the restaurant’s signature spicy dark chocolate lava cake with a chili-infused caramel sauce on the inside. Gold leaves garnished the sides.
I licked my lips, but it wasn’t because of the sweetness on my plate.
In my mind, I considered all of the final tests for Nova tomorrow.
So many wicked deeds.
Chapter Twelve
A Work of Art
After our date, I took Nova home.
The car came alive with the lingering electricity of our evening together.
The city lights streaked past us, but all I could see were her eyes, filled with warmth and pleasure.
The whole journey back, our conversation flowed effortlessly.
But beneath the words, a lusty tension surged.
When we arrived at her place, I walked Nova to her building—our fingers entwined.
Time slowed as I turned to face her.
Those brown eyes locked onto mine.
Without a word, we both leaned in, drawn by a force that defied explanation, guided by a destiny that felt as ancient as the earth itself. Our lips met in a deep, soul-stirring kiss, a moment of pure passion, a fusion of two spirits becoming one.
And for me to even think all of this was odd and. . .insane.
Yet, the taste of her was an intoxicating. Her tongue was a heady blend of desire and vulnerability. Her lips were the gates to a hidden garden, a place of beauty and mystery, where every caress was a discovery, every breath a revelation.
In that goodbye kiss, I swore I could taste her soul, feel her essence. Her warmth spread through me, filling every corner of my being.
The kiss was a symphony.
A dance of flavors and sensations.
And yet, it scared me.
It was a fear that went beyond reason.
In that kiss, I felt my walls crumble, my defenses shatter. I was laid bare, exposed to the core, vulnerable to a longing that was as terrifying as it was exhilarating.
Terrified, I pulled away, breathless and shaken, lost in the storm of emotions that raged within me.
Speechless, I left Nova without saying goodbye.
I just. . .couldn’t.
However, as I headed back to the Bentley, I felt Nova’s gaze on my back, a warm embrace that lingered long after the distance had grown.
Once Charles drove away, Nova’s face remained in my head along with the taste of her lips and the sound of her laughter.
The night with her was over, but something had begun, something powerful and intoxicating, and it was scaring the shit out of me.
I knew then that Nova had touched something deep within my core, something that would not be easily forgotten.
And. . .I wasn’t sure if I liked it or not.
Regardless of what happened tomorrow, tonight’s date would be one to remember.
Now an hour later, I found myself unable to sleep and standing in the studio where the haunting echoes of our date thickened within the space.
In my right hand, I held her still damp thong.
The soft fabric felt exquisitely warm in the cool air.