Page 29 of The Rivals' Touch

I growl and make one last swipe for the phone but fail miserably. I stand back up, brushing my now-tangled, blonde hair out of my face. “Give me your phone!”

“You realize I’ve made backup copies, right? So unless you want Bennett to see the evidence of our steamy night together, you better take a seat”—he squeezes his dick through his jeans—“right here.”

“In your dreams!”

Unbothered, he shrugs, unlocking his phone. “As you wish!”

Panic seizes me. “Fine!”

Zayd’s smirk grows as I reluctantly sink down on his lap and fight the urge to lash out at him. I don’t want to draw even more attention to us.

He brushes my long hair off my shoulder, and his soft touch leaves goosebumps in its wake. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Legacy has gone red.

I turn my head, bringing me nose to nose with Zayd. “You’re trying to get me into trouble.”

His warm hand slides up my waist as he cocks his head and smiles. “Maybe a little.”

I’m stiff as a board, painfully aware of his masculine smell and touch and how nice it feels.

He jerks his head at his plate on the table. “I’m hungry.”

“So?”

His thumb brushes the underside of my boob. “Feed me a french fry.”

“I’m not fucking feeding you!”

Jacob is full-on laughing next to us. Zayd ignores him, his attention on me, a smile playing on his lips. He wets them and threatens, “Maybe I should add a message to the text: tell him how you moaned my name all night and begged for more?”

My cheeks flame with indignation. I reach for a fry and bring it to his lips.

He bites into it and flashes a smug smile. “Tastes fucking delicious!”

I feed him another fry. Then a third.

Zayd leans forward and grabs one off his plate. “Are you hungry, babe?”

“No.”

“Eat it!”

I glare daggers at him and bite it in half.

He feeds me the rest of the fry and says with a smirk, “When I watched you cheer, I never thought I would have the girl of Hedgewood High’s basketball captain hand-feed me my fries. I wonder what he would say if he found out that his trophy girlfriend sits on the lap of his main rival at lunch?”

I feed him another fry when he gestures for more. “He would kill you slowly, and I would enjoy watching every minute! Do you want more fries, your majesty?”

Jacob laughs again, his shoulders shaking. “She’s so fucking feisty!”

The girls at the table look at me like I’m a disease they need to eradicate. Zayd is either blind to it or doesn’t care.

“I think I could get used to you calling me ‘your majesty.’”

I smile a sugary smile that I hope burns him like candle wax. “Want me to slide down on my knees between your legs and suck your cock too, your majesty?”

Not so surprisingly, his hard dick twitches.

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