Page 65 of Deception

Kyros’ chiseled arm wraps around me, pulling me closer to his chest. I groan in protest, the movement jerking me from my dreamless sleep. Refusing to wake up fully, I nestle back against him, feeling his warm chest hard against my back.

His soft lips descend on my shoulder, feathering light kisses up the curve of my neck. I let loose another groan but for a completely different reason this time. Kyros’ soft kisses tease me, sending a lick of desire up my spine. I shift back against him, pressing my ass against his hardening shaft, coaxing a moan from him this time.

“As much as I would love to continue this, we should get ready,” he whispers reluctantly, his breath teasing softly against my ear. A shiver runs over my skin, pebbling it into gooseflesh before his words finally register.

I turn back to eye him incredulously, my stare chalked full of silent accusation.Hewoke me up,hestarted kissing my neck,heneeds to deliver on the promise his cock made by pressing back against me, fully aroused.

Huffing out an indignant breath, I wait for him to continue. Instead, his chest shakes from the laughter he desperately attempts to suppress. What is up with these men and their teasing. No fucking follow-through. I mean, of course there was fucking and follow-through yesterday, but today is a new day, and I want more.

I open my mouth to tell him just that when a knock sounds at my door. My body stiffens in his embrace as I wait for the voice to follow.

“Olivia? Are you awake? I’m coming in.” The voice makes my blood freeze in my veins. My father is about to walk through that door. His words cause all my arousal to vanish instantaneously, and ice cold panic replaces the languid heat building within me.

“No, dad. I’ll be right there, don’t come in,” I shout, leaping from the bed as though the mattress is on fire. Kyros slaps a hand over his mouth, forcing the laughter to keep from bubbling out. I stare at him incredulously as the sound of the slap rings throughout the otherwise silent room.

“What was that?” he blurts in surprise, the doorknob twisting a fraction, as though he’s debating just barging in.

“Oh nothing … just dropped my phone.” I fumble for the words, throwing out the first thing I could think of. The doorknob stops moving, and I release a breath. He takes a step back, the sound of his expensive leather loafers audible even through the wood door.

Kyros quirks a brow in question, apparently judging my excuse. I promptly flip him off, glaring. I wouldn’t have needed to come up with anything if he could’ve kept quiet. He hisses out a small laugh, the sound causing me to clench my hands into fists at my side. So help me if he ends up—

“How many times do I have to tell you not to go to bed with the infernal device?” My father says on a frustrated sigh. At that, I jump to throw on some clothes, just in case he still decides to barge in.

“I’ll just meet you downstairs, Dad. I’ve still got to have a shower,” I call while jogging to the bathroom, giving Kyros a triumphant look as I close the door behind me, leaving it open only a crack to hear my father’s reply.

If he was coming in, it would be Kyros he found still in bed. I would be safely behind the bathroom door with the lock firmly in place. Take that mister, ‘I don’t care about making noise when your dad is on the other side of the door.’

Kyros’ Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he swallows thickly, finally taking the situation seriously. I give him a gleeful grin from my hiding place.

“Fine, just hurry up, Olivia,” my father groans, the sound of his echoing footsteps receding and finally clomping down the wooden stairs.

With my father now gone, Kyros slides out of bed, his bare feet treading over to the bathroom. I drink in his body, still completely naked, his still half-hard cock on full display.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I ask suspiciously, not bothering to open the door any wider despite my father being gone now.

“I’m coming to have a shower with you, of course.” He chuckles, his smile growing wider at my single eyeball peeking through the gap. I almost give in at the sight of his sculpted muscles on full display, his thick length begging for my lips to wrap around it. My heart melts at his cute dimples and amused expression.

I shake my head, clearing the cloud of lust just looking at him caused to settle over me.

“Nope, not going to happen, mister—I’m going to work you up and then tell you there’s no time,” I scold, opening the door a few more inches so he can see the stern look I’m pinning him with. “Go have a shower on your own.”

“Liv,” he probes, easing closer to the door.

“Nope, you lost your chance, go to your own shower,” I chastise him, not giving him a chance to sweet-talk his way past the door.

My chest falls at the sight of his shoulders slumping. I open the door, leaning up on my toes to give him a chaste parting kiss. His arms wind around me, but I dart out of his hold, my mouth hastily leaving his. Choosing to stick to my resolve, I don’t let him wrap me into a tight embrace.

I bite my bottom lip as he turns, narrowing in on the dimples on his lower back, and I fight back the urge to call him back. Holding on to my willpower, I close the door behind me and turn on the shower, needing to focus on preparing for the trial despite my body’s insistence to make him return.

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I trot down the stairs,taking them two at a time. My sneakers bounce off the wooden steps. I push down the nervous energy that thrums through my body, wanting to keep the elated glow about me for a few moments longer. Pausing at the bottom of the stairs, I glance around the room, my brows furrowing at the empty space. Only my father waits for me at the bottom of the stairs, impatiently tapping his black leather dress shoes against the hardwood.

He huffs out a breath of frustration, shooting a weary look my way, and I roll my eyes at the dramatics.

“I honestly didn’t even take that long,” I groan, folding my arms over my chest. I really hadn’t taken that long, if he’d like, I could go back upstairs and straighten my hair instead of throwing it up into a messy bun.

“Where are the guys?” I ask, casting my gaze around the room once more.

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