Page 39 of Fixation of the Mind

What the fuck were you thinking, Layrin?! Not only did I just have sex in public, but we had loud, raunchy sex. Being mortified didn't even touch what I was feeling.

“Hey, hey, my love. Don’t be embarrassed.” Ravi’s words didn't soothe me since I wanted to die right about now. “It's all Rion’s fault, anyway.”

My head snapped up, and I glared at him. His hands immediately went up in surrender, and he spilled the beans faster than I could get mad. “He was the one who told me to come here… In fact, he demanded it. Then, when I saw you talking with the fuckboy bean counter…” My brows furrowed, not understanding who this fuckboy was. “Well…” He looked a little guilty. “Let's just say I'm a passionate guy. I followed you in here to have a chat, then one thing led to another…”

He trailed off, but not before he shook his head to the side. What the fuck was wrong with him? When he did it again, his eyes following this time, I turned to the wall he was motioning to. All I saw was the paper towel dispenser, and I was about to go off on him when I realized that his phone sat on top in a suspiciously placed manner.

Did he… Did Rion… With eyes wide, I looked to Ravi in question, and he nodded his head vigorously. That fucking dick!

I popped up, stomped over to the wall, and snatched the phone, clutching it to me. Ravi stepped over to me, his head bent toward my chest as he said into the phone, “Liked what you saw? Bet the panties you took from her are all wet right now.”

Did Rion like that? Did he enjoy watching his brother and me? I thought back, realizing that the timing of the vibrations had been too perfect. My chest rose and fell, and any thoughts of embarrassment disappeared like sand in the wind. My body heated, and that familiar urge started up beneath my belly. Did I like that he liked it? Did him watching us turn me on?

Ravi slowly slipped the phone from my fingers, whispering in my ear. “He loved every second of what we just did. He got to see you in all your perfect moments, savoring each detail of how your eyes fluttered and your skin flushed. He got to hear your moans and study the difference in each sound.”

I bit my lip, envisioning Rion sitting at his desk, watching us, watching me, as he pleasured himself. I had to admit, that excited me.

Ravi tucked his phone in his back pocket. “And he got to do that while I did all the work.” His arms snaked around me in an instant, yanking me to his chest as I yelped. “But I fucking loved it, so I’m not complaining.” He bent his head to kiss me just as someone knocked on the door.

A desperate voice called through the door, “Excuse me?! We need to use the restroom!”

His head snapped up so he could glare at the door like he was about to open it and kill whoever had interrupted us. Putting my hands on his chest, I gently pushed, reminding him that I was here. “Hey. Let's get out of here.” I smiled, trying to calm the death in his eyes. We didn't want to cause even more of a scene.

He looked at me, his eyes softening before they shifted back to the door in slits. “What my love wants, she gets.”

We had taken a few steps before I felt that familiar bit of string along my thigh. “Hold on,” I told Ravi before I ran into the stall, gently pulled the vibrator out of my ass, and went to the trash can by the sink.

“I’m done with my punishment. If he wants his toy back, he can fish it out himself.”

Ravi cackled to the sky, swinging his arm around my neck before he unlocked the door. We headed out together.

Ravi and I were standing in front of Rion, who was completely at ease behind his desk, reading something off his laptop. “Are you ready to pick up where we left off?”

Crossing my arms and cocking my hip, I glared at Rion. “You don't have anything to say?” I was trying to act furious with him even though I wasn’t really feeling it. I just didn’t want him to think he could pull a stunt like that on me all the time… even if I did like it.

He sighed and pushed his laptop away before he folded his hands in his lap. “I think everything was said that needed to be.” His eyes slid to Ravi, who was currently mimicking my crossed arms, glaring stance. I didn’t really think he meant it, but he was standing in solidarity with me.

“I’m not talking about Ravi. He has been very forthcoming.” I turned toward him, ran my hand along his chin, and gave him a peck on the lips before turning back to Rion. I thought I had proved my point.

Rion’s glare went from annoyed to menacing as he stood up. “And who was the one trouncing in here every day looking like a fucking goddess that I wasn’t allowed to touch?” He came around his desk to stand right in front of me, towering over me. “Who was stealing glances at my ass while she should've been working?” He took a step even closer, our chests just a hair away from touching, but I didn't budge. I wasn't about to let him intimidate me.

“At least I wasn't acting all aloof and totally unfazed!” His eyes widened, but I kept going. “I also wasn't constantly invading someone’s else’s space, getting in their head, and distracting them all the time!”

The air between us was so electrifying you could practically feel it crackle. His scent enveloped me, and my fingers itched to touch him, to push him over the edge and see this well-put-together man unravel in the best of ways.

He leaned forward, that menacing voice becoming cold as ice. “Do I need to bend you over the desk right now to show you how affected I am? Is that what you need, Layrin?”

My body shook. The fighter inside of me wanted to say bring it, but I had a rational side too, and she was more into results.

“Can I watch?” Ravi shoved his face between ours. “Or join? This,” he waved his finger between us, “seems like it would be super fun.” That broke the staring contest between Rion and me since we both turned to him with matching glares. “Alright!” His hands lifted as he backed away. “Geeze. I can tell when I’m not needed. I can take a hint.”

No, he couldn't. He was standing there, looking like a depressed puppy left out in the cold, begging us not to kick him out. The instinct to scoop him up and nuzzle him was strong.

Rion lifted his hand to his face, running his palm up and down, and I knew he was still feeling the effects of our argument. All I could do was smile on the inside. This wouldn't be my last time rattling his cage.

“Ravi, I need to finish the lesson for today. If you want, you can sit in for the rest of the time.” Rion turned away from my words, done with the situation, but he did look back to wink at me. At least now I knew where Rion stood.

Ravi began to drag a chair across the room, making a beeline for my table until Rion barked, “Separate sides of the room!” He looked up at Rion, raising an eyebrow as if he were asking if he wanted to fight.

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