Page 140 of Chaos at Westbrook High

HAILEY

Lying on my back on Kai’s bed with my head between his legs, I peek at him upside down while he gives me the best facial of my life. Well, it’s the only facial of my life, but it’s a damn good one.

I wasn’t serious when I mentioned getting one downstairs at the spa—I can’t afford it—but Kai wouldn’t let it go. When I refused to let him take me for one, he had a gift bag of products sent up to him within ten minutes, and now here we are.

“I could have done this myself, you know.”

“I like doing things for you.” He gently rubs something silky soft and coconut-scented into my face with his fingertips. “I like taking care of you.”

“Like a doll?”

“Such a pretty doll,” he murmurs, his thumbs massaging the cream into my jawline.

I let out a soft moan and close my eyes, my head clearing and my body melting into the sheets while he works his magic on me. I don’t know if he knows what he’s doing or he’s just winging it, but I don’t care either way. It feels amazing.

“I love you,” I say with a contented sigh. His fingers stop moving, and I tap his wrist. “Don’t stop.”

He keeps going. “Look at me.”

I open my eyes again, smiling at the way he’s leaning over me, a mix of pure delight and suspicion in his narrowed eyes as he lowers his face to mine.

“Say it again.”

“I love you,” I repeat.

With his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, he grins, his dark hair falling over his eyes. I run my hand through the top part, pulling him down for an upside down kiss.

“Your heart is beating so fast right now,” he points out, his palm flat against my chest.

“I know, but I’m trying to be cool. You’re ruining it.”

“Sorry.” He laughs. “You still scared?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s okay, baby. I got you,” he rasps, deepening the kiss. “And you have me. Always.”

“Always is a long time, Kai.”

“Not long enough,” he mutters.

Tossing the several bottles of product on the floor, he twists me around beneath him, aligning our bodies and pressing down between my legs. He kisses me again before pushing me up, laying me against the pillows and crawling down my body. I lift my hips, and he drags my sweats off, smirking when he realizes I’m not wearing a thong again.

“It’s your turn to beg.”

I lift a brow. “You’re the one on your knees.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t make you beg, baby girl.”

Spreading my thighs, he lowers his face and licks around my pussy, teasing me. I lift my ass up and grab his head, forcing him to where I want him. He lets me, his mouth open and his eyes on mine as his tongue sweeps over my clit. I smirk at him.

Make me beg, my ass.

He smirks back up at me. “Get the lube.”

I grab it from the nightstand and pass it to him, my body heating with excitement at the thought of what he’s about to do. Still eating my pussy, he coats his fingertips with it and uses them to rub my asshole.

“Tell me to stop if it’s too much.”

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