Page 48 of A Discovery: Love and Other Things

I planted my ass on his firm quads, my long prairie skirt flowing over his legs. His warm chest pressed into my back as we both faced my laptop.

“What’s your next explanation?”

“Tutankhamun had this temple commissioned for himself.”

James rested his hands on my thighs, melting them into liquid mush on contact. “But the temple was built after his death.”

“Exactly—if he had commissioned it, then he would have ensured that it was finished before his death so he could approve the final appearance. And furthermore, he would have made sure it was way more extravagant than it really was.”

The tip of his nose brushed my neck as his hands caressed my thighs. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach from the rhythmic touch. “And the statue?”

It was getting harder to think with him so close. “Um...maybe he was paying homage to his adviser?”

“But on the same train of thought, Ay as the adviser to a young king would have ensured that his presence was larger and more obvious than a small action figure.”

“Precisely,” I confirmed. My eyelids grew heavy with his movements. “Perhaps there’s something more that we haven’t unearthed yet,” I breathed out as his hands moved higher up my leg.

“Perhaps there isn’t anything else.” His hand slid under my waistband and into my panties, his fingers grazing my clit. I gasped. This was what he’d had in mind, my mischievous mentor. “Next theory.”

“Nefertiti,” I whispered.

His hand jerked momentarily, as if I had caught him off guard with my proposal. “Explain.”

I rocked my hips into his touch, urging him to continue his illicit massage.

“In addition to being Tutankhamun’s stepmother, she was also believed to be the daughter of Ay.” This information was redundant to James, but my brain kept short-circuiting every time he drew those perfect circles against my sensitive nub.

I leaned my head back onto his shoulder and parted my thighs wider, granting him more access. I could feel his hard cock press against my ass as I ground into his hand.

“Keep going,” he encouraged. Whether he was referring to my grinding or with my explanation, I didn’t know, so I continued with both.

“Maybe she wanted to honor her stepson—”

James slipped a finger inside of me, and my breath quickened. Effortlessly, he fucked my slick slit as if he were doing something as routine as checking his email.

“Ah,” I moaned, my heavy eyelids falling shut. Why was I always so damn ready for this man?

“Good girl. Keep talking,” he hummed into my neck.

“With a temple...”

His finger pumped into me as his thumb gave my clit some well-needed friction. Teeth nipped at my neck. The pent-up tension inside was driving me insane.

“And you think Nefertiti left the figurine of her father, as well as her floral bracelet, as an offering to the gods?” he said, finishing my thought.

I no longer gave a flying fuck about the temple. My needs were selfish. For all I cared right now, someone could dump sand over the entire site and erase all the progress we had made. “James, I need you,” I begged.

He swiftly retreated from my panties, and I whimpered at the sudden loss. He bunched up the material of my skirt from the hem to the waist. “Stand up and hold this.”

I obeyed, taking the thin fabric into my hands. Smoothly, he slipped my underwear down my legs, leaving me completely exposed.

I felt a kiss press to my bare ass. I loved how this man worshipped my body.

The sound of his zipper opening flushed a rush of excitement through me. Suddenly, my hips were guided back down slightly, and I felt his cock perfectly aligned with my desperate pussy.Yes. This was the kind of study break I needed.

I closed the distance the rest of the way, pushing myself down onto him. The moan that escaped my lips was far too loud and could probably have been heard from the other side of the door.

“Am I going to have to gag my kitten? Because, you know, I wouldn’t mind a nice ball gag in my woman’s mouth.” He moved my hips up and down, impaling me with his size.

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