Page 64 of The Shake Off

“Payton, we talked about this. Don’t lie to me.”

“Fine, you’ve been playing well.”

“So you have been watching me?”

“Hardly,” I scoffed. “I saw a couple of minutes the other day.”

Yeah, way to save face, Lopez.

He continued staring at me so intently that if I didn’t know better, I’d swear he’d stripped me naked. My heart was beating in every cell of my body. Blood whooshed in my ears firing up my synapses, and each vicious spark hit dead center of my clit.

The air became hot, stifling almost. I’d barely caught my breath back from when he’d walked in, and now it was gone again.

He’d stepped forward and spun his ballcap around.

“Wh… what are you doing?”

“I’m going to kiss you, unless you say no.”

My eyes fell to his lips; his plump, pouty lips, which were currently far too close for me to make any kind of sane decision. Or decision, period.

Instead, I let out a moan – a fuckingmoan– like I was some dribbling, wanton hussy who couldn’t control herself. His blue eyes flared.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

I don’t know how, given there was no space at all between us, but he moved another step closer and pinned me against the wall.

I could feel the calluses on his palm as they cupped my cheek. I hadn’t noticed them before, but now it seemed my body was hyper aware of everything about Ace Watson. All I knew as his nose ran along my jaw and his tongue brushed my earlobe, was that I was on the verge of hyperventilating.

It wasn’t until his lips made their way along the column of my throat that I realized I’d tilted my neck back to give him better access. He could have all the access he wanted. I wasn’t sure what game we were playing, but I’d surrendered the second he’d walked in here like he owned the place, and all I could do was wave my white flag.

I’d always thought I was stronger than this with an innate ability to say no, but by the time his mouth found mine, I was a quivering, trembling mess. As his lips engulfed mine and his tongue slid across my tongue, a loud groan escaped and I could barely stand. My entire body went limp until I whimpered.

All from a goddamn kiss from a guy who couldn’t find my clit with a map and a headlamp three weeks ago.

At some point my thigh hitched around his waist, and his big hand hooked under my knee as they continued stroking over my body, squeezing, caressing, and pushing up my skirt until it resembled more of a belt. It was becoming impossible to focus on any one sensation when his tongue was still so insistent in my mouth.

I barely noticed as his fingers slipped under the elastic of my panties and he eased two inside me.

Ohshit.

I wasn’t sure if the moan I swallowed was mine or his.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, “you’re soaking.”

My head fell back, only for him to grip my face and bring me back to where he was looking at me so intently, and I couldn’t stop a second moan barreling up my throat.

“Oh, yeah,” he growled. “There’s that fucking noise. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. Make it again.”

“I don’t perform on command, Ace.”

All I got in return for snapping was that irresistible boyish grin, and his palm cupped harder, grinding down against my clit. “What if I tell you you’re being such a good girl? Do you like that?”

OhGod. Maybe I was his slave. I think every cell of my body clenched around his fingers.

“Oh, you do.” He chuckled softly, and his voice dropped to a whisper. “What a good girl. What a perfect pussy you have.”

“Wh… where did you hear that?” I managed to breathe, though it wasn’t enough to stop the black spots from clouding my vision. I needed more air, yet Ace was stealing it all. “How did you know?”

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