Page 73 of Pucking Billionaire

“Can I clip her in?” Levi asks cautiously when it’s our turn again.

Fucking hell. Every time Levi reminds Sophia that I’m acting like a possessive boyfriend, her eyes narrow. If he keeps it up, she’s going to give me a lecture… and probably have a point.

Yeah. When she refused to kiss me last night, she made it clear she’s not “mine” in any sense of that word, but I just can’t help myself. I can’t stand the idea of another man touching her to the point where I don’t even like knowing she’s been with a guy in the past. In fact, some atavistic part of me was pleased when I learned that she’s never had a serious relationship. If it were up to that part of me, Sophia would’ve remained a virgin until we met, like some Victorian debutante.

Ugh. Someone shoot me and put me out of my misery.

“Hey.” Sophia elbows me in the chest. “Your turn.”

Ah. Right. I jump from the platform—and can’t help but grin. All the sexual tension aside, ziplining is great fun.

I manage to brake again and take my place to wait for an even more fun moment: when Sophia ends up in my embrace.

Fuck.

I’m anticipating this way too much, especially considering she doesn’t want me like that. The last thing I need is to become an actual stalker.

Sophia zooms down super fast, except this time, she brakes and lands gracefully in front of me on the platform like a ziplining pro.

“Great job.” I can’t help a wave of pride despite my disappointment that I didn’t get to touch her.

She looks at me strangely. “Thank you, Mason.”

Not sure what that was, but I like the sound of my name on her lips… especially when she screams it in pleasure.

And there we go again. My balls are beyond blue now. I think they’re in violet territory. Maybe even ultraviolet. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if they started shooting X-rays at all the Sophia-related X-rated images that swirl in my head.

XXX rays.

“Move over,” Trent grumbles.

Ah. Right. We step aside to allow the other people to zip down, but the air between me and Sophia feels charged… or so my imagination makes me think.

“This is the last jump.” She gestures at the wire we’re about to ride. “Is it too early to say this excursion wasn’t a clusterfuck?”

“No.” At least my brain thinks so. My cock might consider this lack of a fuck a clusterfuck.

“Then why don’t you tell me?—”

“Move it,” says some dude.

I glare over my shoulder, but no one takes credit for speaking, a smart move.

I turn back to face her. “Sorry, Ladybug. We’ll have to continue this on the ground.”

With that, I jump—and once again, a grin is on my face as the wind hits my cheeks.

They clearly saved the best for last.

This zip has the best zap.

In fact, I almost forget to brake, but the prospect of ending up in Levi’s smells-like-teen-spirit embrace is a great motivator, so I do what’s needed and land on the platform with just a slight misstep.

On her end, Sophia nails another perfect landing, which may be why I want to nail her all that much more.

“Spill it,” she pants.

I shake my head. “We need to get to the ground. If either of us breaks an arm en route, this will be considered a clusterfuck after all.”

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