All Chapters of Read Between The Thighs: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

​Maya’s POV ​The hallway outside Taylor’s office was silent. Most of the lights had been dimmed for the night, leaving only the emergency exit signs to cast a red glow on the floor. I stood in front of his door for a long minute. I smoothed down my skirt and adjusted the strap of my bag. My heart was beating hard against my ribs, but I wasn't going to let him think my nervousness was uncertainty. ​I knocked twice. ​"Come in," his voice came from the other side. It sounded tired. ​I pushed the door open. The office was small and crowded with bookshelves that reached the ceiling. The only light came from a green glass lamp on his desk. Taylor was sitting there with his sleeves still rolled up, staring at the white envelope I had left for him earlier. A half-empty glass of golden liquid sat next to his elbow. ​He didn't look up as I closed the door behind me. I made sure the lock clicked. ​"You're late," he said. ​"I had to make sure the building was empty," I said. I wal

​Maya’s POV​"Yes," I sobbed, my head falling back. "Everything. I want everything."​He went back to work, his mouth devouring me. I could hear the wet, smacking sounds of his tongue against my skin as his finger dived in and out. My hand found his hair and I gripped it tight…too tight. I was about to release my grip when his other hand grabbed mine and placed it back as he looked at me, his lips and jaw glistening with my juices as he stared at me with a smoldering look while pumping slowly, and I felt the sensation grow bigger.“Grip it tighter” He said in a low growl and I obeyed without a second thought.His face dived in again, and time he was sucking on me now, his teeth grazing my most sensitive spot. I felt the tension building, tighter and tighter, until my whole body started to shake.“Taylor! Please! Please! Please…I need to… I have too..” my words turned incoherent as I tried pushing him off but he held me tightly.​"That's it, Maya," he growled. "Take it. Give it all t

​​Taylor’s POVThe email from the Admissions Office at Harvard Law arrived at seven am.​I sat at my kitchen table, the screen of my laptop reflecting in my glasses. They wanted her. The most prestigious law school in the country was ready to offer Maya Miller a seat in their incoming class, along with an Elite Summer Fellowship at a powerhouse firm in D.C. They specifically cited the "exceptional recommendation" from my office.​I should have been proud. I had spent months pulling every string I had to make sure her application was at the top of the pile. But as I stared at the confirmation, all I could think about was the way she had looked.​“Just this time isn't going to be enough,” she had said.​She was right. It wasn't enough. It would never be enough. And that was exactly why I had to end it. If she stayed here for me, she would turn down the D.C. fellowship. She would settle for a local school just to stay in my bed, until eventually, the board found out about us. Then her c

MAYA’S POV Taylor carried me into the living room, but he didn't put me on the sofa. He sat down and pulled me over his lap, his hand firm on the small of my back. The room was dark, the only light coming from the lightning outside. ​"You really think you're a hobby?" he asked, his voice low and vibrating against my chest. "You really think I’m ghosting you because you weren't 'experienced' enough?" ​"I don't know what to think,Taylor," I whispered into his shoulder. ​"Then let me help you think clearly," he said. ​He lifted his hand and brought it down across my bottom. The crack was sharp, a stinging heat that made me gasp. It wasn't the hit of a man who wanted to hurt me; it was the hit of a man who was losing his mind because I was being blind. ​"That," he said, his voice thick with emotion, "is for believing for even one second that you are anything less than the most incredible woman I have ever met." ​He hit me again, the sting radiating through me. ​"And that is

Chapter 1 ​The bass from the garage was vibrating through my bedroom floorboards. It was constant, annoying, and so typical of Jax. Ever since my brother started winning those underground races, our house had basically become a permanent pit stop for every grease monkey and adrenaline junkie in the city. ​"Ria! Get down here and grab the beers!" Jax’s voice boomed from the bottom of the stairs. ​I groaned and slammed my textbook shut. I was trying to graduate; he was trying to ruin his liver. I told myself I didn't want to see his friends, but my feet were already moving toward the window. I’d been watching Kaelen for the last hour. He was leaning over a Mustang, his muscles flexing under a layer of sweat and oil as he worked a wrench. I knew it was creepy to watch him through the glass, but I couldn't help it. I’d had a massive, fat crush on my brother’s best friend for years, even if he was a total jerk to me. ​I checked myself in the mirror, pulling on my tiniest shorts and