Page 52 of A Discovery: Love and Other Things

My eyes darted to the temple door, making sure the entrance was clear. I couldn’t hear any voices or footsteps nearby. Tilting my head back, I gave in to him. “You’re so dramatic.”

He bit the skin on my neck hard.

“Ouch!” I hissed, rubbing my wound. “Are you crazy? We’re in the middle of work and I have no way to hide this if it bruises!” The last thing we needed was to walk out of this temple together with hickeys on my neck.

He pulled my hand away and spun me around, so my chest was flat on the table.

Panic overtook me with the door no longer in my range of sight. “James, what are you doing?”

“Teaching you that you’re mine to do whatever the hell I want with.”

Quickly, he worked the zipper on my jeans and pushed everything down, including my panties.

He captured both of my wrists behind my back and held them in place as he hunched over me and whispered, “Keep your hands still; otherwise, I’ll give you more marks that you’ll have to account for.”

A quick slap of my ass sent a stinging sensation pulsing through my flesh that I felt deep in my core.

Suddenly, he slammed into my pussy, filling me with his cock. He pounded into me, not giving me a moment to adjust to his size.

Our sweaty skin slapped together. The sand kicked up from our movements created a suffocating storm around us. It was dirty. It was crazy. It was perfectly us.

Bent over and fucking like animals in this place of worship felt so wrong, but I couldn’t stop. Our depravity was out there for the pharaoh and all his gods to see. The taboo nature of it all just made my pussy drip wetter all over his dick.

“I need you to get there, kitten,” James gritted out, releasing my hands. We had been alone for far too long; I knew it was only a matter of seconds before someone walked in on us.

I frantically rubbed my fingers against my clit, bringing myself to the edge release.

“Are you close?” he panted.

“Yes. I’m almost—”

His pace quickened, movements uneven. My hips knocked against the edge of the table.

Voices neared us. Then the sound of rocks under shoes.

“Fuck,” he ground out.

With one final slam into me, he filled my slit with hot cum, which sent me spiraling under him. My mouth opened in a silent scream.

Just as suddenly as it had begun, James pulled out of me and dressed himself. I quickly followed suit, with no time to register the soreness of my hips from banging against the table.

A moment later, Mo walked into the temple.

“We need your help with the perimeter,” he said to James without giving me a second glance.

Wordlessly, James walked out with him, leaving me to catch my breath in private.

Chapter 22

I never thought the day would come where I would be celebrating Isabella Bianchi’s twenty-first birthday. And if you had told me that I’d be slamming down shots and dancing with her, then I’d have accused you of leaning in too close when using a permanent marker.

But here I was, shaking my ass to Bad Bunny with my arm around Isabella like we were BFFs en route to scoring matching tattoos. Life was a crazy bitch.

The club, technically a lounge, was a surprising change of pace from the Egypt I had experienced so far. I spent my days immersed in the land of the dead, digging through sand in hopes of finding remnants of the past—or even a dead person, if I was lucky. But tonight, it felt good to party in the land of the living.

A live DJ played the hottest songs, a mix of worldwide hits, as the crowd danced and drank the night away. Our entire group looked damn good in the middle of the dance floor, too. We had all gone shopping for new outfits just for the occasion. Sean and Felipe looked hot in their button-downs and jeans with drinks in hand. Angela looked gorgeous as usual, and her fresh blowout made her hair extra bouncy as she dropped it low to the ground. Even Isabella looked fucking fantastic in her sparkly silver jumpsuit, like a sexy disco ball. Who’d have known that she had a killer body under all that obnoxiousness?! And the girl could dance like she was on spring break in Cancun.

I felt cute in my dress, too. I had been thrilled when I’d stumbled across this emerald-green wrap dress with long cuffed sleeves. The hem skimmed my knees, yet it still hugged my body in all the right ways. The neckline wasn’t overly provocative but still gave me the illusion of cleavage without being too much. The only miss was that I had worn my ballet flats with it instead of splurging on heels. My ankle was back to normal but I hadn’t wanted to risk having another mishap just to gain four inches in height, especially when alcohol would be involved.

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