Page 1 of Make Me, Break Me

CHAPTER ONE

ZINZI

A warm, hard body at my back woke me out of my doze. Spooning me.

Fuck. I fell asleep. Again.

That was the problem with Dex Breaker—he was too damn cuddly. Who knew all that oversized muscle was good for more than climbing him every time I got horny once every seven days or so? I mean, he was damn good fun. My Friday night toy on demand knew exactly where to find my orgasm button and just how many times to push it.

But he also knew my rules: get out before the sun came up.

No sleepovers, like ever.

Screw the Rippton U dormitory rulebook; we used my playbook, and mine alone.

I rolled into his warmth, pressed both hands to his rock hard pecs, and gave a push. “Out. Getout, Dex. Of. My. Damn. Bed.” I kept on pushing until I rolled him to the edge of the mattress and tipped him off.

Thud.

“Fuck me, Zin. You play too rough.” His gravelly voice did super fun things to my swollen pussy lips, the shape of him seared into my depths. Recently, too.

Not to mention the cute-as-all-get-out sleepy eyes and mussed hair that still had my finger tracks in its curls.

All that gave me tugs in the heart strings department which was why sleepovers with Dex were a great big, red flagged, no-fucking-NO.

“I have a rep for breaking my toys,” I acknowledged, listening to the silence around us. The dorm was either empty—unlikely, midterm—or it was really damn late and I’d come too close to breaking my own rules. “Friday night’s over. Get out of my room. I need to sleep.”

Dex crashed back to the floor with a groan at whatever he read on my face. “I’ll sleep with you, babe.”

I poked my head over the edge of the bed, my black hair tumbling haphazardly over my face in the dim reflected light from the union quadrangle outside my shitty little college room window. God alone knew what I looked like. Well, him and Dex.

“I’m not going to fall asleep with you or anyone else,” I hissed.

“On the contrary, you just did. And your tiny snores are cute as hell. More like purrs, really.” He winked at me, his come-hither, sexy ass smile curving sinful lips.

Sinful, because I knew just how much havoc that devious mouth could wreak on my body. Hell, I still bore evidence of his personal style, marks that I’d touch whenever the urge hit me midweek, reminding myself of the way he played us both into blissful oblivion.

“You’re not leaving.” I rolled onto my back and covered my face with my hands, leaving my body naked and exposed. It wasn’t like he hadn't seen everything before, anyway. “Why aren’t you leaving?”

“Because I know what I can do with that stunning fucking body of yours if you let me stay.” Dex got up on his knees and leaned over me to kiss me upside down.

His tongue invaded my mouth, tasting of him and me together because the slick bastard liked to lick me to one last orgasm once we were done for the night. Healwayshad to have the last word.

Fine. If he wanted to play dirty, I’d play dirty. I kissed him back, lacing my fingers through his hair and scratched his scalp the way I knew he loved. I knew everything about what Dex Breaker liked, but he forgot that in my hands, that knowledge was a weapon for me to abuse.

I drew back just enough to lick his bottom lip. “Get going, or I’ll cancel next Friday.”

He broke the remnants of our last kiss and stared down at me in abject horror. “You wouldn’t dare, you little hell cat. You know my Friday fuck sesh with you is the one highlight I can’t go without. There’s nothing like a boring week in the law department to make up new ways to torture that tight little body of yours.”

“Oh, I will,” I promised him, licking my lips. “Now get your sexy ass out my door before you break my rule.”

Dex wrinkled his nose. “You and your fucking rules, sweetness,” he grumbled. “The fuck did my pants go?”

I rolled over to unhook his pants from one corner of my bed and tossed them at him. “Shirt’s over the bathroom door,” I said helpfully, not moving any further than I needed.

“We got raunchy huh, girl?” He pulled his shirt over his head and yanked his jeans on from where they puddled near the door.

We never made it far before we got naked and filthy, in every sense. Dex made good work of my body. I’d be tender as hell come tomorrow morning. Endorphins still coursed throughme at high speed, leaving my legs liquid and my body floating. Which was kind of the point of our Friday night catch ups.

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