Page 27 of On the Line

“What?” Spencer says, leaning his elbow on the bar to get closer to me. “Are we not good company?” His smile cuts like a sharp knife. Slowly—or drunkenly, I can’t really tell—he slides his gaze to Zachary and then back to me. HisCheshire cat smile only grows wider. “Actually, as a little birthday gift,” he continues, giving my arm a small tap with his finger. “We thought maybe we could celebrate, all together.” His voice dips low. “Revisit some fun times we’ve had together if you know what I mean.”

My skin turns ice cold. My eyes dart to Zachary. I wait for him to intervene, to come to my defense,something,but he says nothing and simply snickers.

“Are you fucking serious?” I say incredulously, not even sure who I’m addressing.

“Oh come on,” Zachary mumbles, he leans closer, the smell of alcohol on his breath burning up my nose. “Don’t be such a prude.”

I swallow hard and take a step back as if physically pushed.

“Don’t be such a …” I repeat slowly.

In the span of one harried heartbeat, I snap.

Turning on my heels, I storm through the dining room, ignoring Zachary’s loud protest. I fling the kitchen doors open and snub the curious looks as I rush toward the walk-in fridge.

“Prude,” I mutter heatedly, opening the door. “I’ll show you who’s a fucking prude.”

Inside the freezer, I feel crazed, looking for Ozzy’s stash of Snickers bars. I know I’m fighting fire with fire, that every single thing I’m doing right now is leading up to one monumentally irrational decision. But I don’tfuckingcare. Some desperate part of me needs to take back control and this is what my mind has latched onto.

Who am I to deny myself this small sliver of control?

With the chocolate bar in hand, I storm back out and head for the staff bathroom. Locking the door, I spin around and catch my reflection in the mirror. There’s awild look in my eyes, but it doesn’t give me pause, it simply spurs me further.

Hiking up my skirt, I pull my thong all the way off and bring a knee up to lean on the sink. Unwrapping the Snickers bar, I barely have a moment of indecision before I bring it between my legs.

Feeling a little less crazed, I slow down and think about what I’m doing.

But I have no plans to stop.

The bar is still frozen, icy against my sensitive skin as I delicately slide it into my pussy. It meets friction, obviously, since I’m not at all turned on. But then the image of Ozzy standing there, a small smirk on his lips as he watches me do such a deviant thing has me letting out a soft gasp.

A small shiver of pleasure skitters up my spine, and it becomes a little easier to push it all the way in, until finally, I pull it all the way back out. A little dazed from the fantasy of Ozzy I’m creating, I let my hand move on its own accord, the frozen tip of the bar circling my clit, then pushing it back into my pussy a second time.

Oh my god.

Heat curls low in my stomach at the sensation, but I manage to snap myself out of it. I bite my bottom lip, trying to calm down my burnt-up senses while I slide the Snickers bar out and place it back into the wrapper.

My breathing is still erratic as I slip my thong back on and fix my skirt. I give myself one last, good long, look in the mirror, before washing my hands and leaving the bathroom. Heading back into the kitchen, my gaze sweeps the area, looking for Ozzy.

He’s about to exit into the dining room.

“Hey, salad boy!” My voice travels loudly across the kitchen.

He spins around at the sound of my voice.

“Here,” I say, taking his hand and forcefully placing the bar in his palm. “All paid up.”

His eyebrows disappear under his blue bandana, shock written clear on his face. I don’t even let him respond before stepping out into the dining room, still buzzing with adrenaline.

Walking up to Zachary, I say forcefully. “You need to leave.” Both he and Spencer start to laugh, but Zachary’s smile drops when he realizes I’m being serious.

“Don’t embarrass me,” he slowly mouths in warning.

Usually that threat would scare me.

But not tonight.

“I said—out,” I hiss, pointing my finger to the door.

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