Page 80 of That's Too Pucking Bad

He freezes mid-step, turning to look at me like I’ve just confessed a sin. “Anything?”

I sit up slightly, water rippling around me. “Yeah, anything. Why?”

He comes back, crouching so we’re eye level. His hand wraps gently around my wrist, grounding me. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“The guessing game. If you want something, tell me.” His eyes bore into mine. “What are you craving, baby?”

I bite my lip, caught off guard by how serious he looks. “Sushi,” I whisper.

He smirks, leaning in to kiss the corner of my mouth. “Sushi it is.”

Before I can say another word, he’s gone. The bathroom feels way too quiet without him. I close my eyes, letting my thoughts drift.

It doesn’t take long for him to come back, though. The sound of the door opening pulls me out of my haze, and when I look up, there he is, barefoot, wearing gray sweatpants that hang so low they’re practically indecent. He’s carrying two takeout bags and a drink tray balanced on top.

“Got the sushi,” he says, kicking the door closed behind him.

I sit up, water splashing slightly. “That was fast.”

He shrugs, setting everything down on the bed. “Perks of knowing people.”

As I start to climb out of the tub, he’s suddenly there, stopping me. “Hang on, baby.”

I pause, my hands braced on the edge. “What?”

He walks over, cups my face, and kisses me. It’s not sweet— it’s intense, like he’s been waiting all day for this moment. When he pulls back, I’m left breathless.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he says, his voice low, rough. His thumb brushes over my bottom lip. “You sore from earlier?”

I shake my head, heat crawling up my neck. “No.”

“Good,” he murmurs, his hand sliding down my arm, his touch light but deliberate. “Can I make you come at least once before we eat?”

My breath hitches, and I nod, my voice caught somewhere in my throat.

His fingers trail over my skin before dipping beneath the water. I gasp when he presses my clit and circles generously. It’s enough to send my eyes to the back of my head. My hips lift, begging for more.

“Look at me,” he says, his tone leaving no room for argument.

I force my eyes open, meeting his intense gaze. His fingers circle and rub, pressing hard, working faster, and I’m powerless to do anything but fall apart under his touch. He watches me the entire time, his eyes burning with desire.

Then I’m floating in pure pleasure. My hips move with his fingers as I imagine him inside of me. Suddenly, his fingers are not enough. I don’t think his mouth will be enough now that I’ve had all of him. When he stands, his hand adjusts his very visibly hard cock through his sweatpants. And I know exactly what I want now. I need him inside of me right now.

“Zane,” I say, reaching out to tug at the waistband.

He laughs, his head shaking. “Remy, that’s a surefire way to give you a UTI.”

“No, it won’t,” I argue, tugging harder. “Just get in here. Please.”

His grin turns wicked. “You’re begging now?”

“Yes,” I snap, glaring up at him. “I need you.”

He doesn’t argue this time, stepping out of his sweatpants and sliding into the tub with me. The water sloshes over the edge as he settles behind me, his chest pressed to my back, his arms wrapping around me like I belong to him.

His hands find my waist, pulling me closer.

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