Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
She reaches a shaking hand up to sink into my hair and tug me closer. I use the shift to tilt her head back and deepen the kiss. I don’t even have to tease her mouth open. She parts her lips for me eagerly, her tongue sliding against mine in an almost teasing way that goes straight to my head.
A loud moan from the dais makes Pandora jerk back a little. We’re both breathing hard, our exhales shared in the minuscule distance between us. “We shouldn’t,” she whispers.
“I know.” I force myself not to kiss her again. She has to be the one to resume this. I had every intention of steamrolling her a bit…later on…but tonight I want her to choose this. To choose me. I lean forward and flick the shell of her ear with my tongue. “But that’s what makes it so hot, don’t you think? Knowing we shouldn’t…and doing it anyway.”
Her breath shudders out. A pause, barely more than a heartbeat, and then her hands are in my hair, sending it cascading down my back. Pandora kisses me like all the answers of the universe are on the tip of my tongue.
I don’t make a deliberate decision to move. One moment I’m awkwardly angling my body at her side, and the next I have one knee between her thighs and I’m pressing her back against the booth. She tugs my hair harder, kissing me deeper, even as my knee slides higher. Offering her what she obviously needs.
I brace one hand on the booth behind her and drop my other to the soft curve of her hip. The fabric of her dress infuriates me. I want it gone, want nothing between us, but this isn’t the time or place for that. I urge her to roll her hips and close the last bit of distance between us so she can grind on my thigh. I go still at what I feel. “Pandora.”
“Yes?” The word is barely more than an exhale.
I kiss her jaw, her throat, the spot behind her ear. “You’re so wet. Is that just for me?”
She shivers as if struck by a live wire. “Aphrodite—”
“Eris,” I say sharply. Adonis has been my only lover since taking the title, and he’s only ever called me by my actual name…but I can’t think about him. Not right now. Not ever again. The thought sinks into my chest, as heavy as an anchor. I have plenty of experience compartmentalizing, though. Dear old Dad taught me.
Not thinking about him right now, either.
“Eris.” Pandora’s little moan scatters all the thoughts in my head. She kisses me again, and then she’s moving against me, following my urging. Chasing her pleasure.
I want to give her more. So much more. Desire beats through me with a strength that makes me dizzy. I want to touch this woman with nothing between us, to taste her, to lose myself in making her orgasm so many times the world ceases to spin outside of us.
Hades’s club is not the place to do so.
Still…
I catch the back of her knee and lift her leg up and out the tiniest bit, opening her for me. I taste her moan and then she’s sliding against my thigh faster. She’s so wet, I can feel it through her panties on my bare thigh. Close. My pretty little Pandora is close.
In the end, I just can’t help myself. I tug the zipper of her dress open a few precious inches and delve my hand between her thighs. She gasps, but I don’t stop palming her pussy. I slide a hand under the silky fabric and… “Fuck, Pandora.” She’s slippery and wet against my fingers. My nails are too long, so I focus on her clit instead of pressing into her the way I want. “Come for me, beautiful.”
It takes less than thirty seconds for her to spasm against me, her cry loud enough that I kiss her again to muffle it. I can’t quite stop myself from sliding my fingers over her folds, exploring her carefully. I plan to do it with my tongue at the first opportunity.
Not yet.
Her head lolls against the back of the booth, and she blinks up at me as if she’s never seen me before. “Wow.”
“Yeah.” My voice is nearly as shaky as hers. “That about covers it.” I can’t stop myself from kissing her again, more lightly this time. “You are a gift.”
“Eris.” The lovely, glazed look in her eyes clears between one blink and the next. She licks her lips. “Don’t use this against him. Please.”
The plea is like icy water dumped over my head. Him. Hephaestus. My husband. The person I’m supposed to be seducing Pandora to work against. Except I wasn’t thinking about him at all once her mouth met mine.
“I won’t,” I lie. I like Pandora quite a bit more than I expected to, but in the end my only allegiance is to Olympus. I love Adonis and I still cut out his heart to sacrifice to this city. I’ll do the same to this woman, even if it pains me to think of dimming the soft happiness in her dark eyes.