Page 88 of Racing Hearts

His eyebrow arches. “Most would have said that about me, but you have this way about you, pretty boy.”

“It was a girl,” I add helpfully.

“Still no better,” he grumbles.

“Is that really what you’re focusing on right now?” I ask, and he pouts at me, looking way too adorable. “Well, do you want to work together to catch a killer, baby? We could play detectives.”

He groans, flopping back. “You’re going to want nicknames and weird outfits, aren’t you?”

“You know it.” Standing, I tug on his arm to get him up. “Come on, we can start in the library. There must be news articles about what happened, and they have stored all the local newspapers.”

“Fine, but I refuse to have code names,” he snaps as he gets up, slinging our bags over his shoulder.

“Princess Cupcake, are you in?” I hiss into the phone.

His sigh is long and suffering. “I’m in.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t hear that. Could you repeat, Princess Cupcake, since I don’t know whom you are addressing?” There’s a long silence where I’m sure he’s debating murdering me.

“I said, I am in . . . Sprinkle Tits.” It’s low and growly, and I can’t help but laugh as I hide in the back of the library. I have a student card, so I got in easily, but Alek not so much. Last time we came, it was nighttime and easy to slip inside, but not today. I distracted the security officer and receptionist while he snuck in and hid, but I wasn’t sure if he made it.

Putting the phone down, I bite my lip to hold back my laughter as I wait, and two minutes later, he appears at the end of the row of shelves and heads my way, looking way too grumpy and sexy at the same time. I grab his hand and silently pull him toward the door. “The nice receptionist?—”

“Whom you were flirting with.”

I turn, my eyebrow raised. “She was like forty. Now, don’t get me wrong, I get the whole cougar thing . . .” His eyes narrow in warning, and I grin. “But I’m more into the grumpy mechanic thing. It’s the coveralls that do it for me.”

“Fine.”

“Anyway, she said this is the room we need. I booked it for the next few hours so we can look in peace. Apparently, they have physical copies, but they were also integrated into an online catalog. Let’s go.”

Putting in the code she gave me, I scan my ID and tug him into the dark room, then I shut and lock the door. His hand slides up my arm to my shoulder, and I hit the door.

His lips meet mine, his tongue tangling with mine as I groan and pull him closer, unable to resist. The darkness of the small room only makes it that much hotter, knowing we could be discovered at any moment. I pull away, my eyes wide as I try to see him, but it’s too dark.

“Catching a killer, remember?”

“Hmm. Just one second. I need to remind us that you belong to me, otherwise I might go a little crazy with the way everyone has been flirting with you today.”

My breath comes out in heavy pants as he slips down, his shadow crouching before me as he unfastens my jeans.

My eyes widen in shock at how brazen he is as he pulls my boxers down, his tattooed hand wrapping around my length. I groan, and his lips curve with a wicked smirk as he leans in and swipes his tongue along the head of my cock. My hips jerk as desire courses through me so hard, I can’t catch my breath. Leaning back into the door for support, I reach down and slide my hand into his hair, needing an anchor.

Seeing Alek Anders on his knees for me is a godly experience.

“Is this how you like it, pretty boy?” he murmurs before sucking the head of my dick. The suction is so strong, my back bows as fire races down my spine. “Yours is the first cock I’ve ever sucked, so you might need to teach me.”

His teasing tone drives me wild, but something about the idea of teaching him has me tightening my hand in his hair until he groans. Tugging him closer, I slide the wet tip of my length across his lips. “I’ll teach you, princess. Open up.” Obediently, he opens his mouth, his dark, wicked eyes glittering as he watches me above him.

Biting my bottom lip, I push my cock into his mouth, the warmth making me grunt as he closes it around me.

“That’s it,” I purr, my hips stuttering as I slide deeper into his mouth. His eyes tighten, and I groan. “Breathe through your nose,” I order as he starts to gag. Pulling out, I let him recover before pushing back into his mouth. His other hand grips my thigh, and I start to pull back when I see tears gathering in his eyes, but he pushes his head farther down, taking all of my length to the back of his throat and holding himself there. His hot, wet mouth is wrapped around my length so tightly, my hips buck.

Gripping the dark strands of his hair, I tug him from my length and slam back in, unable to hold back. My head hits the door with a bang. “Please, baby,” I beg, my chest heaving.

I groan his name, and it bounces around the dark room. His mouth goes wild on my length, sucking and licking as I drive into his throat over and over. My rhythm is faster than it should be, but I can’t help it, and he doesn’t protest—if anything, he drags me deeper, letting me use and abuse his throat and mouth. His watering eyes remain locked on me, drinking down my every reaction.

My free hand slides up my shirt, across my abs, and up my throat before hitting the door with a thump. My eyes want to roll back, but I keep them locked on him, not wanting to miss a single second of this.

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