Page 65 of That's Too Pucking Bad

Zane peeks out, his hair a mess and a playful smile on his face. “Yeah, but that was close.”

I pull him out, and he’s half-dressed, looking so damn fine. He chuckles softly, and I can’t help but laugh too. “You have to leave,” I say, brushing my fingers through my hair.

“I know,” he replies, his voice low.

“Like, right now.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he says, stepping closer.

We share a quick kiss, his lips soft against mine. “Can I see you after school?” he asks, pulling back slightly.

I have to talk to Colin.I can’t keep up this double life anymore.

“I need to handle something first, but then we can meet up.”

“Okay. I’ve got practice until six, so maybe after that?”

“Sounds good.”

He kisses me again, and it’s heated, the kind of kiss that makes me forget all about the world outside. His hand slides into my sweatpants, grazing my already too sensitive clit.

“Zane,” I whimper when I feel his hard cock against my hip. I can’t believe how much I want him. He has given me so many orgasms in the last twenty-four hours but it is like he has turned me into this feral horny creature who cannot think beyond sex.

“We can’t,” I sigh.

“I know,” he replies, sliding his tongue into my mouth. It takes all my effort to pull back. He does the same.

We’re breathless, staring at each other lovestruck.

“You like me, Remy,” he teases, a smirk playing on his lips as he licks his fingers clean.

I roll my eyes, but I can’t hide my smile. “Whatever. Maybe a little.”

“A little? I’m pretty sure you’re more than a little into me,” he counters, stepping back, hands on his hips.

“Alright, maybe more than a little,” I admit, biting my lip.

“Good,” he grins. “Just promise me you won’t run now that you’ve slept with me. We get to talk about this, okay?”

“Okay.”

“And if you’re sore during the day, tell me.”

“I promise,” I say, feeling a rush of warmth at his concern.

“Okay.” He glances at the window and then back at me. “I guess I should go.”

“Yeah,” I say, hating the thought of him leaving. I wish we could stay in this bubble forever. I don’t want to face reality.

He grabs the remainder of his belongings including his mask, then climbs out of the window, pausing to look back at me one last time. “See you laterlittle slut?”

I chuckle. “Definitely.”

“Good.” He winks before slipping out of sight.

I close the window and lean against it, heart racing and cheeks flushed. What afuckingmorning.

Chapter 13

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