Page 78 of Puck Block

I move fast.

I force her up against the bathroom door, and she hits it at the same time a heavy breath escapes her. I reach behind her and lock the door. The click breaks through the one fire alarm continuing to blare, and I slap my hands against the wood to cage her in. “Because!”

Taytum straightens her spine in defiance, andGod, she’s so fucking pretty. Not a single flaw covers her smooth skin and feminine features. Her lips are beyond kissable, and her body has always fit so perfectly in my hands that I can’t help but crave it every second of the day. “Why, Ford?” she repeats. “Why set me up with someone if you’re going to throw a fit afterward?”

My head is tangled with too many unsaid truths, and all I can do is blurt something without thinking. “Because if you don’t run off with someone else, then I’ll just be more inclined—”Wait.I grind my teeth to stop myself.

The glimmer in her eyes shines with a dare. “Inclined to do what?”

My palm finds its place on the curve along her waist, and it makes me question everything. “I’ll be inclined to make you mine.”

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TAYTUM

We’rein a ring of fire, and I see no way out.

Alarms are going off,literally, and Ford has a hold on me much tighter than he realizes. I could spend forever in this bathroom, with him looking at me like he can’t control what he feels, and fall right for it. His hard chest presses against mine, and his hand on my face tightens with a fear that we both feel.

His heart beats against me like he just climbed off the ice at the end of a game, and I say his name. “Ford,” I warn.

There’s no need to say it out loud. We both know that what we’re doing is going to backfire.

His mouth comes closer, and I want to beg him to kiss me. His breath mingles with mine when he breaks the silence and says, “Call me Walker.”

I grip his shirt, and he makes a throaty noise. My stomach dips when his mouth moves to mine, and I finally feel like I can breathe again. The kiss isn’t urgent or rushed. Instead, it’s calculated and steady.

Andhot.

He pinches my waist, and I press against him. His hard length rubs me, and I shake in his grasp. My leg lifts, and I wrap it around him while he slowly moves his tongue over mine like he’s trying to tell me something without using words.

“Fucking addicting,” he mumbles, pulling back for a split second. He looks at me long and hard, his brow furrowed with confusion and maybe a little guilt, but he goes back for more, and I willingly give it to him.

His hand slides from my waist, and he cups me from behind at the same time he bites my lip. I whimper, and Ford pulls back to shush me. I don’t realize the fire alarm has stopped blaring until he runs the back of his knuckles across my cheek bone while staring into my eyes. “Stay quiet.”

I nod.

“But don’t worry.” He stares at my mouth. “I’ll finish what he couldn’t.”

My head slumps against the door when Ford descends to the sensitive spot along my collarbone. His tongue is hot and wet with each slash against my skin, and a cry of pleasure threatens to escape.

The popping of the button on my jeans sends a spark in between my legs. I spread them, and with the way Ford kisses me deeper, I think he approves. Sparks of pleasure rush to my skin when his hand dips beneath my panties, and he rubs against the evidence of how turned on I am.

“You’re so fucking wet. Tell me it’s all for me,” he whispers against my mouth. His thumb rubs against my clit, and the movement is so slow that I have to shut my eyes to keep myself present.

“What if I said it wasn’t?” I ask.

He glides a finger into me. “Then I’d remind you that I know when you’re lying.”

My hips move, but he stops me with his hand on my hip. My eyes fly open, and to my surprise, he isn’t wearing that dirty smirk I’ve grown to love. “I’m done helping you, Taytum.”

Pleasure surges when he slips another finger in and plays with me. His fingers are teasingly distracting. “Wha…what do you mean?”

Ford’s skin is becoming as flushed as I feel. His tongue slips out to wet his lower lip each time he pushes his fingers back into me.

Kiss me.

His Adam’s apple bobs. “The dates. The one-night stands. I’m done helping you.” He bounces his eyes between mine. “I’m too selfish. I want you all to myself.”

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