“No one’s ever called me beautiful,” he said, shifting that hand closer to her leg. He started rubbing circles on her skin again. She’d never been with someone so casually affectionate. She liked it, a whole fucking lot.

“Bullshit,” she said in an airy whisper.

Alejandro chuckled lightly, and Deja’s stomach clenched at the brief flash of his tongue between his lips. She lifted her hand to his face, settling her palm against his left cheek. Alejandro’s laughter slowly petered away, and he rubbed his stubbled jaw against her palm.

“You changed without me,” she whispered to him.

“I would have waited, but you were knocked out,” he laughed. “You snore, by the way.”

“Shut up. I wanted to undress you.” She was never normally this forward, but at least this time, she’d meant to say those words, and Alejandro didn’t make her regret them.

“I’m wearing clothes, and you’re more than welcome to take them off me.” His hand moved over her thigh and slid down toward her hip.

“I wanted to take off your cufflinks and unbutton your shirt slowly, one button at a time. Sometimes that’s all I can think about when we’re in the Faculty Senate meetings, how I want to undress you painfully slow, so you’ll fuck me the same way.” Her face was hot with her admission. Deja had never been the type to talk dirty, but she liked to tell the truth. She meant every word she’d said to Alejandro, and there was more where that came from.

Alejandro’s pupils slowly dilated as she spoke. “Next time,” he croaked in a rough voice dripping with arousal.

“Promise?”

He swallowed, thick and loud, and then nodded. “I might have had that fantasy too.”

Deja smiled and sat up on her knees, letting the covers fall from the vice grip of her left hand. Her nipples pebbled as the cool air hit her skin, and Alejandro’s eyes widened as they did. Yeah, she felt powerful and wanted, and she never wanted this feeling to end.

“Stand up,” she whispered.

Alejandro practically leapt to his feet in excitement.

Deja laughed and shook her head and then bent over to crawl to the edge of the bed toward him.

He groaned and cursed under his breath.

She slipped her hands under the hem of his t-shirt and slid her palms over his abs and up his ribs and his chest. She straightened to pull his t-shirt over his head. She kept her eyes on his as she bent forward, lowering her mouth to his stomach. She placed soft kisses on each of Alejandro’s ridiculously defined abs and then moved her mouth up his chest. She let her tongue move through the hair dusting his chest until they were face to face.