15. Shaw
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
SHAW
Isplashed cold water over my flushed face, desperate to quell the shameful arousal that had driven me from class.
The professor’s desk had become a trigger for explicit fantasies of fucking Dante on it, papers crinkling beneath him, his expression hungry and demanding as I drove into him.
Friday night at the brothel had contaminated my ability to focus on anything else.
The bathroom door opened behind me. I startled when strong hands gripped my hips, followed by a hard body pressing against my ass. My head snapped up to the mirror, where Dante stared back.
“You shouldn’t stand that way if you don’t want me to get any ideas,” he murmured, pressing his mouth to my neck.
I turned off the water. “You already have ideas, regardless of how I stand.”
“Fine, give me more ideas.” His hand slid around to cup my half-hard cock through my jeans, his smile widening when he felt my response. “It seems I’m not the only one with those kinds of thoughts.”
I elbowed him, my face burning. “Shut up. What the hell are you doing here?”
“What do you think?” He kept his eyes locked on mine in the mirror as he kissed along my jaw.
The sight anchored me in place. Dante’s reflection watched me as his fingers dug into my hip. The voyeuristic thrill of watching him touch me sent another surge of heat southward.
“I’m surprised you lasted this long.” His palm pressed heavy over my erection. “You were imagining fucking me on the desk, weren’t you?”
I glared through the reflection and forced his hand away.
The corner of his mouth ticked up. “Or were you picturing yourself on the desk under me?”
“Of course not.” I pushed away from the sink to face him.
“Really?”
“Yes. Anyway, we should get back to class.”
He grabbed himself through his pants. “I have no intention of returning like this.”
My resolve wavered. Every attempt to establish boundaries with Dante collapsed the second he touched me. “We don’t have time for this.”
“Tell the professor you weren’t feeling well. Your cheeks are flushed enough. She’ll believe you.”
I bit back the urge to remind him I wasn’t paying him now. The words formed but died in my throat. Calculating the risk of getting caught only aroused me more.
“Besides, isn’t this exciting?” He pressed closer, backing me toward the wall.
“You’re such a pervert.”
“Like you’re any different.” He pulled me forward, aligning our bodies so our erections ground together. “You’re getting off on this, too.”
I crushed my mouth against his to stop him from telling the truth. Dante responded by slamming me against the tiles, knocking the breath out of me. His teeth scraped my bottom lip as he took control of the kiss, picking up exactly where we had left off nights before in the penthouse suite.
My legs locked around his waist. He braced one forearm beside my head and gripped my thigh, holding me in place as he rolled his hips forward. The hard ridge of his cock pressed against mine. The friction was maddening.
I bunched his shirt in my fists, trying to pull him closer. His teeth found my neck, biting down hard enough to extract a gasp without breaking the skin. The cold wall pressed into my back.
“Fuck,” I hissed as he shifted his angle, finding a direct pressure that sent a jolt straight to my stomach. “Dante, wait.”
He covered my mouth with his palm, smothering my whimpers as he drove his hips faster.
We were rutting against each other fully clothed in a university bathroom while the professor continued her lecture on market segmentation down the hall.
My classmates were taking notes while I was pinned against a wall with Dante’s teeth at my throat.
Jace sat in that classroom, probably wondering where I had gone, completely unaware that his best friend was grinding against his worst enemy.
The risk of exposure and the betrayal only fueled my desperation.
Anyone could walk in and find Dante thrusting against me. The threat of discovery caused my hips to buck more insistently against his solid weight.
The heavy denim seam pressed into sensitive flesh. The damp cotton of my briefs created a chafing drag that sharpened every sensation.
Pressure built low in my stomach. I was going to come in my pants like a teenager, reduced to nothing but immediate need.
His fingers dug harder into my thigh. The layers of fabric between us became an intolerable barrier after knowing the feeling of his bare skin.
“Next time,” he murmured right by my ear, “I’m going to bend you over that professor’s desk and fuck you so hard you forget your own name.”
I was teetering on the edge, every muscle clenched tight.
Dante froze. Footsteps echoed in the hallway, growing louder. He lowered me to the floor and steered me toward the nearest stall. “Get in.”
I locked myself inside, leaning against the wall just as the bathroom door swung open.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Jace demanded. “And where the hell is Shaw?”
“Go back to class, Jace,” I called out. My body still throbbed with unfulfilled need.
“And leave you with this asshole? Never.”
“That wasn’t a request.”
Dante laughed.
Jace took the bait. “Why are you even in here?”
“Did it ever occur to you that maybe I’m here to take a piss?”
My patience snapped. “Look, both of you shut up and go back to class. I’ll be fine.”
“I’ll go after he does,” Jace insisted. “I’m not leaving you here with him.”
“Damn it, Jace. What do you think he’ll do to me?” The irony of his concern wasn’t lost on me.
Jace kept his rage planted on Dante. “Once I figure out what’s going on with you, you won’t be so arrogant anymore, asshole.”
Dante chuckled, but the genuine threat in Jace’s voice settled heavily in my gut. If Jace ever discovered the truth about the two of us, I didn’t know what he would do.
I threw open the stall door. It smacked against the wall with a loud bang, making Jace flinch. “I’ve heard enough.” I stepped between them. “I’m tired of listening to your pointless posturing, and you aren’t any better.” I glared at Dante for good measure.
Dante tilted his head. “I think otherwise.” He held enough leverage to destroy everything with a single sentence.
“Of course you do.” I faced Jace again. “None of this is helping my headache. I’m leaving.”
Concern softened his features. “I can walk with you.”
“No. Go back to class.”
He raised his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay, I got it. Feel better.”
I left without looking at Dante again. I was trapped between two dangerous forces. Dante could expose me at any moment, and Jace would erupt if he learned the truth. Yet despite the catastrophic fallout waiting to happen, I still craved Dante.
Igrabbed my things from the classroom and make an excuse to my concerned professor before heading to the archaeology section of the library.
The scent of aged paper and leather bindings served as a bittersweet reminder of my parents’ extensive collection now gathering dust in storage.
Their absence carved a hollow space inside me that even their books couldn’t fill.
I collapsed into a chair tucked between towering shelves, my body still humming with frustrated desire from the bathroom encounter. Closing my eyes, I focused on steadying my breathing.
Cool fingers traced my cheekbone. I opened my eyes to find Dante looming over me.
“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.
Dante didn’t stop. Instead, his gaze challenged me as he took me deeper. He hummed against me, the vibration amplifying the sensation tenfold. My free hand tangled in his dark hair, a silent demand conflicting between wanting to pull him away or push him down further.
The professor and student lingered, their conversation about the importance of primary sources a surreal soundtrack to my undoing. Dante’s throat constricted around me as he swallowed. His hands slid up to grip my ass to dictate the pace of my hips.
Watching Dante Gennaro on his knees with strangers standing mere feet away pushed me over the edge. My body seized, and I emptied myself straight down his throat. I bit my hand, fighting to stay silent through my intense climax.
Dante swallowed every drop. When he finally pulled back, a flash of undeniable satisfaction crossed his face as he wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb.
The voices in the next row moved away, but lighter, quicker footsteps approached from the opposite direction. Dante rose to his feet and casually straightened his clothes. I fumbled to tuck myself back into my jeans, dazed and trembling from my release.
He shot me a wink before slipping past the shelf to intercept whoever was coming. “Did I scare you?” Dante asked around the corner. His tone shifted completely, sounding polite and innocent.
A female voice responded, high and breathy. “A little, but don’t worry about it. It happens a lot around here.”
“I was looking for somewhere quiet to get away from everything.”
“Well, you found the right place.” Her giggle grated on my nerves as I peered through the gap in the shelves. She was young, pretty, blonde, and smitten with Dante’s gorgeous face and sexual swagger.
Dante moved closer to her, invading her personal space as he’d invaded mine minutes before. His pitch dropped to that seductive purr that had weakened my resolve so many times. “It’s even better now that you’re here.”
A cold spike of adrenaline shot through me as he backed her toward the bookcase, perfectly mirroring how he’d pinned me.
He braced his hand beside her head, angling his body toward hers in an unmistakable invitation.
The same mouth that had been on me moments ago was now curved in a smile meant for her. Could she smell my cum on his breath?
I snatched the fallen book off the floor and shoved it back onto the shelf with enough force to rattle the heavy case. I grabbed my bag and stalked out into the main aisle.
The librarian jumped away from Dante, her cheeks flushed bright red. “Hi, can I help you find something?”
“No,” I replied in a snide tone.
“That’s my cue to leave,” he said, his eyes glittering with amusement as they met mine.
“Don’t bother.” I stormed out of the section. He’d shifted from devouring me to charming her, as if what we’d done meant nothing.
It was an ugly reminder that the thousands I’d paid at the brothel bought only Dante’s body, not his loyalty or exclusivity.
The realization sat heavy in my heart as I stormed away.