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“About what?”

I thought for a second. “If you were a pro wrestler… what’s your walk-out song?”

She laughed into the pillow before answering, “Yeah, Glo.”

The rest of the night went just like that.

We made it through the high.

It wasn’t until she was asleep that I thought about the fact that we were sharing a bed. And it felt right.

There was no way in hell I should be this deep, this fast into whatever this was. But here I was, watching her sleep, thinking about what kind of man she would need me to be.

I should have gotten up, but instead, I pulled her closer and spent the night wrapped around a woman who wasn’t mine.

Chapter 13- Zane

I woke up to the heat of him. Not touching me—watching me.

Sam lay on his side, propped on one elbow, his eyes dragging over my face like he was trying not to miss a detail. I blinked slowly, brain catching up to the moment, to the soft gray of morning light leaking in through the curtains.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” I whispered, voice scratchy from sleep. I could still taste the weed I’d smoked. This was what... my third time embarrassing myself in front of this man? But he didn’t seem to mind.

He didn’t answer right away. Just studied me.

“I was making a list,” he finally said, voice low. “Of all the reasons I should leave this bed.”

I swallowed. “And?”

“I can’t remember a single one now that you’re awake.”

That did something stupid to my body. A low ache bloomed behind my ribs like something invasive. And I felt it again, that awful, magnetic pull. The one we’d been trying to fight since that first night. The one that had teeth and claws and no boundaries.

“We should keep this simple. It’s already so messy,” I said, even as I braced for what I knew came next—because I knew both of us were at a point where showing restraint was something neither of us wanted to keep doing. Our spouses hadn’t, and my thought was... why should we?

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing mine. “Nothing about this situation is simple.”

I should’ve rolled out of that bed, grabbed onto common sense, and remembered why this was wrong.

But then his hand slid over my hip, warm and possessive, pulling me closer until our noses brushed. His thumb found the bare skin just below my rib cage and my pussy gushed.

“We’re playing with fire,” I warned.

Sam smirked, eyes dropping to my lips. “We can burn together.”

His mouth crashed into mine, all heat and need and teeth and lips and tongue—we were in a space where our repressed hunger was finally being set loose. I kissed him back like I didn’t care about the consequences. Maybe I didn’t.

His hand found the back of my thigh, pulling it over his waist, aligning our bodies until I could feel how hard he was for me—how long he’d been holding back.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered against my jaw, lips brushing skin like a question.

I should’ve. But instead, I wrapped my arms around his neck and whispered, “Don’t you dare.”

His growl was pure sin. He flipped me beneath him, mouth trailing fire down my neck, over my collarbone, down mystomach. I arched up to meet him, the heat between my thighs already unbearable.

Then his mouth was on me, sucking my pussy like he needed to taste every part of it. He tongue fucked me then used his fingers to stretch me.

I cried out, my fingernails grazing his scalp, messing up his waves. My hips lifted off the mattress, chasing the rhythm of his tongue, the way he teased and worshipped me like I was the only thing he’d ever prayed for.

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