I fumbled the book in my hand and pivoted to find Apollo perched on the corner of the desk across the library as those blazing blue eyes of his stared me down. He looked delicious dressed in true divine garb–a black leather cuirass, leather trousers and boots–and biting the inside of my cheek was all I could do to keep myself from drooling. His displayed muscles were olive and toned and I wanted to touch and grab and run my hands all over them. But I stayed right where I was. I didn’t trust myself to stop at touching.
“My lord,” I breathed, now clutching the book to my chest. I ran a hand over my black skirt. “Wha’ are you doing here?”
“You have to ask?” his ancient voice rumbled as his eyes ran over the entire length of my body.
“How did you get in?”
A sexy, black eyebrow raised.
“I mean, how did you get in without me knowin’? I didn’ see a flash. Why do you flash sometimes and other times not?”
Apollo waved his hand in the direction of the doors and I heard the lock click into place. He stood and began to slowly prowl toward me. “Gods flash because we’re vain and we like to make an entrance. But we don’t have to. We don’t have to do anything we don’t want to do.”
Suddenly, he was right in front of me. I almost screamed.
“Don’t do tha’!” I said, sucking in a deep breath as Apollo pried the book from my hands and placed it on the shelf behind me.
“Don’t do what? This?” His arms were around my waist and he was kissing me within half a heartbeat.
I just couldn’t resist the man. His kiss was like an oasis after I had been dragging half dead through an arid wasteland. I gulped him down and I still couldn’t get enough. For this man, this god, I would always be parched.
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