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“Wait.” The words rush from my lips. “My pussy belongs to you.”

He grins up at me, moving back into position. Grabbing the delicate fabric, he slides it down my legs, covering my upper thighs with kisses. “Was that so hard?”

“Torture. All of it.” I grin down at him as he chuckles.

“You know I’ll make it up to you.” He throws my legs over his shoulder. “I’ll prove it.” His powerful hands slide around my ass, holding me up. I let go, relishing in the expert way he handles my body. I’m his instrument to play, and he’s the master musician.

“That feels so good.” My hands are in his hair, pulling him against my pussy as I grind on his face.

His answering moan sends delicious tingles down my spine. When he rasps, “That’s it, minx. Ride my fucking face until you come all over it.”

I completely lose control, no longer caring about being quiet. I don’t care if the entire store knows Zayne is devouring me in the dressing room. I only care about chasing the high he’s giving me.

“Fuck.” My muscles tense as I stand at the edge of the cliff.

“Come on my tongue.”

His words make me detonate, and I fall off the cliff. White lightning courses through my veins as I float, suspended in mid-air. I’m vaguely aware his tongue is still licking me frantically, wanting every drop of my cum.

My legs give out, but I don’t fall because I’m in Zayne’s solid and capable hands.

I watch him through hooded eyes as he unbuttons and unzips his jeans, a condom grasped between his fingers.

“I think the entire store knows I just ate you out, minx.” He winks at me as he slides the condom over his big dick. “Now, they’re gonna hear me fuck you.”

I gape at him, not able to form words. He lifts me against the wall, lining himself up with my entrance. “I love you, Delaney.” He shoves himself deep inside me, preventing me from saying a word.

Moans fall out of me as he pounds me against the dressing room wall. Wrapping my arms around the back of his neck, my shaky voice whispers in his ear. “I love you, Zayne.”

Then I lose myself in the pleasure, not giving a damn about anything else.

CHAPTER 10

Zayne

Icarry a case of liquor from the back, barely able to prevent the grin on my face as I think about Delaney. She’s such a bad girl hiding behind a good girl façade.

During study hall, she sent me a text saying she wanted to suck my cock. I left the room to go to the “bathroom.” Instead, I hid in a custodial closet and replied to her text.

A few minutes later, she walked down the hallway, her cheeks pink from excitement. I peeked out the door, waiting until she passed before I snuck up behind her, clamped a hand over her mouth, dragging her into the closet.

She willingly got on her knees and gave me the kind of blow job I’ve seen porn stars give. I shot my load down her throat, and when I pulled out, she licked every drop from her lips.

“Hey, horndog. Focus on the job.” A towel hits me in the face. Shifting the weight of the box, I catch the towel before it falls. Ian Sparks, who moved to Green Haven over the summer, gives me a shit-eating grin. My dad recently hired him to help at the bar, which has been a godsend to me. He’s covered for me on several occasions so I could see Delaney.

“Shut up, asshole.” I throw the towel at him, but he easily snatches it out of the air, laughing.

“Here. Help me unload this shit.”

“Avoiding the question.” He saunters over, an amused smile curling his lips. “I get it. Don’t wanna talk about her, huh?” He winks and says, “Can’t say I blame you. Why the hell does she hang around that asshole, Tim?”

A growl rumbles through my chest before I can stop it. “I’d like to kill that motherfucker.”

Ian levels me with a look. “Don’t murder anyone tonight.”

My brows lower as I stare him down. “What are you talking about?”

“I heard he’s coming in with Daniel tonight.”

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