Page 123 of Snitches and Serpents

The sound of the front door being opened comes from across the house.

I look up from the document I was reading.

Clothes rustle, a click sounds as the door is locked again, and then footsteps start towards me.

A few moments later, Tristan appears in the doorway to our dining room.

My heart skips a beat.

Even after all these years, my heart still skips a beat every time I see him.

Casually crossing his arms, he leans one shoulder against the doorframe. A mischievous smile plays over his lips as he watches me.

He is as criminally handsome now as he was when we met again that day on campus three years ago. His black hair is perfectly styled and his green eyes glitter in the golden light that streams in through the windows. He’s wearing a white dress shirt and a pair of black slacks that make him look exactly like the rich and well-respected engineer that he truly is.

A sly smile quirks his lips when he notices me staring at his athletic and dangerously hot body.

“Hello, sweetheart,” he says, still leaning casually against the doorframe like that.

His voice wraps around me like silk, making my skin prickle and heat flicker through my veins.

I shift my weight on the chair and try to feign nonchalance as I reply, “Hey.”

Amusement tugs at his lips, as if he can see right through me. But he doesn’t comment on it. Instead, he nods towards the scattered papers across the table. “How’s it going?”

“Good.” I give him my best innocent smile as I add, “But I am getting a little hungry.”

He chuckles. “I’d better make us some food then.”

I grin at him, mischievous victory sparkling inside me. He might be in charge of huge projects at work, giving orders to hundreds of people, but he would rip the moon from the sky and give it to me if I so much as looked longingly at it. And the best part is that I would do the exact same for him.

“I’m just going to take a shower and get changed first,” he continues.

My mind is immediately flooded by images of Tristan standing naked in the shower, water dripping down his firm chest and sliding across his sharp abs. Another wave of heat rolls through me, and I have to shift my weight on the chair again and press my thighs together.

“Alright,” I reply, yet again trying to sound casual. It works incredibly poorly.

But God, I really do need to finish studying. I can’t let myself get distracted by his hot body and his dominant hands and his glittering eyes and his lips on my throat and?—

Aw, crap. I’m getting distracted again.

“Unless you want to join me?” Tristan says, that sly smile still on his wicked mouth.

I clear my throat, trying to stop the heat I can feel radiating from my cheeks. “No, I need to study.”

“You’ve already spent all day studying. You need to reward yourself with a little break.”

“This is the first exam week of my final year. My final year. I need to do well.”

“I could always kidnap you and lock you in the basement. Would be kind of fitting, both beginning and ending your time at Bercester U like that.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “You wouldn’t.”

“We bought a new pair of handcuffs just last week, didn’t we?” A devilish grin spreads across his lips as he flicks a glance up and down my body. “Since someone pulled so hard on the other pair that they broke.”

Dark desire floods my veins at the memory, and I press my thighs harder together as my clit starts throbbing.

“Well, you shouldn’t have made me come so hard then,” I mutter.

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