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That was the wrong thing to say.

She pushes me away, clearly upset. “You have no right to ask me that. Not after what you just asked me to do.”

She’s right. “I know. Good night, Zara.”

She’s still standing against the door, so I have to get closer to open it.

I should just walk out and go for a run, or a swim, or something to work off all my pent up frustration. But the way she’s looking at me is… fuck.

I grab her by her slender waist and take her mouth in a furious kiss. I press my lips on hers to force her to allow me in, and then I take everything I can.

If this could be our last kiss, I want to make it count. I want to get under her skin the same way she got under mine.

My tongue tangles with hers, I suck on it and then lash at it over and over, the same way I would thrust if I was inside her.

Before breaking the kiss, I nip at her bottom lip. “Good night, Zara.”

I close the door between us.

Walk away, Chance.

It’s easier said than done. My heart is beating so fast that it’s all I can hear.

My cock is so hard that it’s throbbing, aching for release. I should walk to my room, right across the hallway, and take care of it. But I don’t.

Instead, I lower the zipper of my tuxedo pants and close my fingers around the base of my throbbing length.

I squeeze hard, stroking it all the way up to the tip and then back down to the base.

A strangled noise escapes my mouth.

“Chance?” Zara calls from the other side of the door. “Are you still there?”

Fuck. I should go, but my feet refuse to move. “Yeah.” I grind out.

She sounds as out of breath as I do. “What are you doing?”

I bark out an embarrassed laugh. “Don’t ask questions unless you’re ready for the answer, baby.”

I don’t know what I expected her to say. All I know is that it definitely wasn’t what comes out of her mouth next.

“I hope you’re as turned on as I am. I’m touching myself the same way you were touching me last week in the shower. I’m imagining your fingers playing with my clit instead of mine, though. Tell me you’re jerking off, and you’re thinking about how it felt when I made you come.”

My balls tighten at her words, and a bead of clear fluid appears at the opening of my cock.

“What if I am?” I grind out, spreading that liquid with the pad of my thumb.

“Then we can make each other come.” She says, her breathy voice telling me that she’s really playing with her clit.

It takes every ounce of my fucking self-control not to open that door and go back inside her room.

I was going to jerk off in the shower, thinking about her. What’s the difference if I do it outside her door with her listening to every sound I make?

Technically, I’m staying away from her, right?

I look to my left and to my right. The hallway is deserted. Ares must have gone to bed and Dad left even before I made my way upstairs.

“I’m fucking my fist right now, baby. Imagining it is your hand. I’m already close. It won’t take you long to make me come all over my stomach. How are you touching that pretty little clit? Tell me.”

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