Page 98 of That's Too Pucking Bad

“Remy—”

“Please,” she whispers, her hands already fumbling with the hem of her shirt.

I sigh, giving in because there’s no arguing with her like this. Gently, I pull her shirt over her head, then reach for her jeans, easing them down her legs. My gaze catches on the marks I left on her earlier, faint bruises on her thighs and hips.

“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath.

“What?” she asks, her voice soft now.

I shake my head. “I was rough with you.”

She grins, lazy and unapologetic. “I like it rough.”

I kiss her, soft and slow this time, because she’s half-drunk and vulnerable, and I don’t know what the hell I’m doing with her.

When I pull back, she grabs my hand and presses it between her thighs.

“I’m wet,” she says, matter of fact, like she’s telling me the sky is blue.

I groan, feeling the heat of her through her panties. “Baby…”

“Just one organism,” she says, her voice a little too loud.

I blink. “What?”

“An organism,” she repeats, nodding like she’s nailed it.

I stare at her. “Do you mean orgasm?”

She pauses, then grins. “Yeah. That.”

I laugh, the sound loud and sharp in the quiet room. “You’re so fucking drunk.”

Her smile fades, replaced by something softer, needier. “Please, Zane.”

I shake my head. “I can’t fuck you like this. You’re drunk.”

“I’m not that drunk,” she argues, but her words are slower now, slurred at the edges.

“Remy.”

She doesn’t listen. Instead, she turns, bending over the bed, her ass in the air, looking over her shoulder at me with a smirk.

“Fuck,” I mutter, scrubbing a hand down my face.

She’s gonna be the death of me.

I strip out of my jeans, leaving just my boxers on, and move behind her. Grabbing her hips, I pull her upright and turn her to face me.

“What’re you—”

“You wanna get off?” I cut her off, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Then climb up.”

Her brows knit together, confused.

“My thigh,” I clarify, patting it. “You can rub against me, but I’m not touching you when you’re like this.”

Her eyes widen slightly, then darken, the tipsy haze making her bold.

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