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Driscoll let out a long breath, and I wondered if he was more relieved than he was letting on that he was going on yet another adventure. He might’ve griped about all this, but I suspected he liked it.
“We should leave now.” Leoni stood. “It sounds like Bellamy has quite the head start.”
“I was afraid you’d say that.” Driscoll groaned dramatically. “I guess a warm bed tonight was too much to ask for.”
“You really think you need to leave right now?” Emory asked, coming to a stand. The rest of us followed suit.
“We can’t wait,” Leoni said. “Not when the fate of the literal world hangs in the balance. We have to get to Bellamy before she makes a huge mistake.”
“I mean, I’d take a warm bed tonight, but she’s the boss.” Driscoll jabbed a thumb at Leoni.
Emory surged forward and hugged Driscoll tight, then gave Leoni a hug. “Come back to us, okay?”
He nodded, swallowing.
“Go save Bellamy.” Aron stepped up to Driscoll, putting his hands on his shoulders. “And when you do come back, I’d like to court you. If you want.”
“Yes,” Driscoll squeaked. “Totally.”
Leoni smirked and crossed her arms. “Okay, loverboy. Let’s go.”
We waved our final goodbyes as she pulled him from the dwelling and they disappeared from sight.
Chapter Sixty-One
EMORY
“It’s so quiet,” I said as Maverick packed up the final items from his office. “Why is it so quiet?”
“Because Driscoll’s not here.” My husband stood in front of the bookshelves, back to me as he plucked each book off the shelves and placed them in wooden crates on the floor.
My husband. It would never get old.
“Oh, right.” I leaned against his desk. “That does make sense.”
He turned, giving me a view of his handsome face, his tight grey trousers and black button-up, tucked in and showcasing his muscled chest and arms. And the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a sight that always made my knees go weak.
His eyes glinted, and he stepped forward, lifting me up onto his desk as he wedged himself between my legs.
“Professor Von Lucas,” I said. “Are you trying to seduce me?”
“Maybe.” He tilted his head down, his lips teasingly close. “Is it working?”
I gave him a playful shove, then looked over my shoulder. “It would be if there weren’t students in the hallway gawking at us.”
I wiggled my fingers at a few of the students who peeked through the little window in his door. They quickly stood at attention and scurried away. “Are you sure you want to quit your job?” I asked, turning back to him. “It’s been your entire life for years.”
He pressed a kiss to my forehead, still pinning me to the desk, his arm wrapped behind my back. “That’s the whole point, little rabbit. I don’t want it to be my whole life.” His lips skimmed down my jawline. “Not when there are so many other things I’d rather be doing.”
I threw my head back. Screw it. If students wanted to watch, they could go ahead. Get a nice show.
“Like what?” I asked breathlessly.
He moved his hand under my long skirt and to my inner thigh. He palmed my already wet panties, pupils now black orbs. “I could show you.” I kissed him, and he lay me down on his desk, leaning with me, his body sinking into mine.
He withdrew his hand and all that delicious heat with it. He glanced down and frowned, straightening as he stared at his palm.
“What?” I sat up. “What’s wrong?”
