“Where?”
“Here.”
Each of the bedrooms was of a different size, and as I was the eldest, the others graciously let me have the biggest.
None of the rooms had an ensuite, which proved the most fertile ground when it came to arguments.
A girl needed her space.
The only other room was a small broom closet we used to store cleaning equipment.
Olivia always made sure it was adequately stocked.
I reached the door to my room and smiled at the sight of Iav standing before my corkboard.
“I didn’t know how long you would be,” he said, “so I thought I’d have a poke around and get to know you a little. I hope you don’t mind.”
Strangely, it didn’t.
“How’d you know this was my room?”
“This room somehow… feels like you.”
“And what do I feel like?”
He thought for a moment, pursed his lips, and then his expression brightened.
“Delicious.”
I barked a laugh.
“If you wanted delicious, you should have wandered into the kitchen.”
“But you are delicious. The most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted.”
He ran a finger along my cheekbone and tucked my hair behind my ear.
I gulped.
“Did you, ah, find anything interesting?”
Iav turned back to the photos on the corkboard.
I’d drawn an image of the world across it and pinned a bunch of photographs in each of the locations I’d been.
“You’ve traveled to all these places?”
“All the ones with photos, yes.”
“You’ve traveled a lot.”
“Not as much as I would like.”
“What are the post-it notes for?”
“Places I would like to visit someday.”
“Any top of the list?”
“All of them. Every so often, I like to go on a trip, either alone or with friends. It doesn’t even need to be far. Just down the road to an old building or a new museum or… Well, just about anywhere, really.”
Iav smiled appreciatively.
“Have you traveled much?” I said.
“Some. But not as much as many. There’s only really one place I wish to go.”
“Oh? And where’s that?”
He turned and pressed against me, his cock still hard as a rock.
He whispered in my ear.
“The place only you can take me.”
A shiver shot like a bolt of lightning up my spine.
He turned his face to kiss me but I pulled back.
“I’m not sure I can take you there tonight.”
I felt nervous.
My eyes drifted to the corner of my bed.
In the gap between the mattress and the frame, Olivia had installed a “protective measure”.
There were several of them concealed throughout the room.
A knife under the mattress on this side, an iron rod underneath the desk acting as a fake leg on the other.
“A girl should always be prepared,” she’d said. “For any eventuality.”
Those security devices were why I chose to bring Iav to my room in the first place—in case I changed my mind.
I didn’t want to find myself in an unknown place and at someone else’s whim.
“Is something wrong?” Iav said.
“No. I just… I never do this kind of thing.”
He smiled again.
Damn those dimples!
“You’ve said that already,” he said.
He stroked my cheek and cupped my chin in his hand.
“Are you sure?”
That thick mist began to invade my senses once again.
“No, I mean yes,” I said, feeling flustered. “I’m free for a coffee sometime. A glass of wine if you want to go a bit more upmarket.”
Iav seemed taken aback.
Finally, he nodded, but he couldn’t conceal the obvious look of disappointment on his face.
“Sorry,” I said.
Iav waved a hand.
“You don’t need to be sorry.”
“I didn’t mean to string you along. That wasn’t my intention. Something came over me at the club and made me feel… different somehow.”
“It’s fine. We’re entitled to change our minds.”
He flashed those dimples at me again.
I mirrored my own back at him, pleased he’d taken the news well.
I knew he was a good guy.
“How about a toast?” he said, scooping up a pair of glasses. “To us.”
He handed me one.
It was the same glass I’d drunk from before.
“Why not? To future meetings.”
I took a sip and smacked my lips.
In that instant, I felt the change come over me.
That powerful burst of light blossomed in my chest once more, only this time it was a thousand times stronger than the kiss on the dance floor.
It filled my entire being head to toe.
The deep hunger washed over me like a tsunami.
I moved forward, knocked Iav’s arm aside, and pulled his head down.
I slipped my tongue between his lips and slid the jacket off his shoulders.
Iav responded in kind, slipping off my dress.
I shrugged and let it slide down my body.
It snagged on my hips and I pushed the dress to the floor.
I stepped out from it and pushed Iav back onto the bed.
It was as if I no longer had any control over myself.
I might as well be a puppet, with someone else pulling the strings.
And not just anybody.
A nymphomaniac.
I pulled the shirt off over Iav’s head and marveled at his chiseled torso.
I buried my eyes in his golden irises that flashed in the moonlight and set to smothering him with kisses.
I claimed his lips, his cheeks, his chin, his glorious chest.
A small voice in the back of my mind screamed:
What are you doing? You don’t do this!
The voice was small and insignificant compared to the rising flood that drummed in my ears.
And easy to ignore.
I climbed on the bed and straddled him.
I felt his skin against mine, his pants turning tighter with every passing second.
I bucked and writhed on him.
I ground against him, desperate for him to be inside me.
I didn’t only want him inside me.
I needed him inside me.
I craved him.
I reached down and plucked the buttons of his pants open.
Iav grinned at me, his gorgeous smile twisting his features, and for a fleeting moment, I thought I saw something in the shadowy recesses, something dark and dangerous.
A shadow.
I blinked and it was gone.
Not that it mattered.
I couldn’t have stopped myself even if I tried.
And I had no intention of stopping anytime soon.
I bent down and pressed my lips to his.
I reached into his pants and released him from his restraining clothes.
I shimmied my
