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Her voice is as soft as the bare skin of her pussy. “Slow circles. Every time, I apply a little more pressure. It feels so good, Chance.”

My cock throbs at the thought. “I need you to speed up a little, baby. I’m throbbing so hard, your hand feels too good and I’m about to come. I want you to pinch that little clit.”

A desperate moan tells me that she just did what I asked.

“You’re such a good girl, Zara. Now alternate rubbing and pinching your clit, remember? Just like I did in the shower.”

“Yes,” she gasps. “I’m close too.”

My shaft tingles with the telltale sign that I’m right on the edge. “I’m rubbing that spot under my cock head, just like you did. And then close my fist over my tip.”

“Chance,” she cries out. “Oh my God. Oh my God.”

Her pleasure gives me the final push and the first warm, thick rope of cum lands on my shirt where it’s bunched up right under my chest. I’m making a mess, but right now I couldn’t care less. I keep stroking my cock, milking every ounce of pleasure while I listen to Zara coming on the other side of her door.

“Fuck.” I chuckle once I can catch my breath. “That was…”

“It was almost as good as last time,” Zara finishes for me. “But I really wish it was your hand rather than my own.”

The feeling is totally mutual, but I don’t say anything. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to stay away from Zara. I need to find a way to get my dad to understand that he can’t force our relationship into the mould he chose for us.

And I need to do that before Lev, or my brother, swoop in and win Zara’s heart.

I have no idea how I’ll make him change his mind. But I get my stubbornness from him, so if Zara really is the one, not even he’ll be able to keep us apart.

In the meantime, I have to figure out if this attraction is just an infatuation for a pretty girl like I’ve had before, or if Zara is the only one who can make my broken heart feel whole again.

“Sweet dreams, baby.” I say, pulling my pants back up.

“Good night, Chance.”

Chapter 16

What You Can’t Have

ZARA

Ismell bacon.

For some reason, that eases my nerves at the thought of seeing Chance after what we did last night.

And they say bacon is bad for you.

I follow the mouthwatering scent all the way down to the kitchen, reminding myself that Chance said we should keep our distance. Especially in front of our parents. So if he acts like nothing happened last night, I shouldn’t let it get to me.

If Scott’s demands had that effect on Chance, I can only imagine how Ares will behave. He’s closed off at the best of times, so I brace myself for being treated as if I were invisible.

I’m so preoccupied with my thoughts that I don’t notice the surreal scene in the kitchen for a few seconds.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” Mom beams, flipping a pancake on a griddle.

“Morning, Zara. I hope you slept well last night and are ready for your first day of college.” Scott smiles, lifting a whisk from a huge glass bowl.

I blink a couple of times to make sure that I’m not still asleep and dreaming. I’ve been living in this house for a week,and usually we fend for ourselves at breakfast; unless it’s the weekend, when the housekeeper prepares a huge spread that she serves in the dining room.

“What are you two doing here?” I can’t hide my surprise. “Shouldn’t you be having breakfast at the Country Club, or something?”

I mean, they got married yesterday. The last thing I expected was to find them in the kitchen making pancakes.

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