Bruce drew in a sharp breath and told Ririko, "That's not what I meant..."
Ririko smiled seductively. Of course, only Bruce would spend money with such frivolous abandon.
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It had slipped a little since before he left.
She leaned closer and ran her tongue over his lips.
Bruce lowered his head and followed her lead, as though he had finally been given permission to touch the lover he had missed for so long.
Ririko's fingertips slid from his shirt collar to his chest, brushing lightly over his skin.
Bruce trembled slightly, as though she had touched somewhere particularly sensitive.
Ririko's breath caressed his cheek. "Did I touch your wound?"
Bruce turned his gaze toward the car window, his voice a little unnaturally husky. "...You touched somewhere else."
Ririko looked at his faintly reddened ears. "Then I'll be gentler."
She leaned closer again and kissed his lips once more.
Bruce's abs felt taut and firm beneath her fingers. He must have put plenty of work into his core.
Bruce hurriedly switched on the music and darkened all the windows, afraid that passersby out early that morning might notice what the two of them were doing inside.
After quite a while, Bruce's voice drifted softly from the seat. "...This car isn't very soundproof."
Ririko's slightly breathless voice reached his ear. "Then keep your voice down."
News of Bruce's high-profile return spread rapidly through Gotham University.
From the moment he stepped out of the Lamborghini in front of the main academic building, phone cameras were aimed at him from every direction-
People were filming from the passageway, the library windows, and even behind the flower beds.
He wore a more refined suit than before, but left his shirt collar open, the sexy, sharply defined lines of