Page 142 of Only in Your Dreams

“What’s your game, Clover?” Zac’s voice has dropped deeper than I’ve ever heard it.

“I figure if you’re going to teach me a lesson, I may as well earn it.”

I reach behind me to unclasp my bra, but Zac takes a step toward me, slow and careful, like he’s trying not to spook an animal out in the wild. “Don’t. Don’t take that off. Let me.”

Oh, Zac.

I let my bra drop to the ground. He releases an angry breath. Takes another step forward and I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my panties.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he growls.

My panties hit the floor and the second they do, he snaps.

Zac rushes me. I turn, barely make it up another two steps before he hooks an arm around my waist, drags me back down the stairs so that I fall on the lower steps on hands and knees with a desperate, hungry cry.

He drapes himself over me, fisting my hair to uncover my ear. Nipping my earlobe. “Just so you know, I had every intention of making our first time romantic as fuck.”

“What, like candlelight and rose petals shaped like hearts?”

“Something like that. Should’ve known better. I forgot who I was dealing with.” He palms my ass, kneading the skin. A shiver runs down my spine at the threat behind the move. “Melody, yes or no?”

No hesitation. “Yes. I want it—”

The next sound out of me is a loud cry as his hand comes down to smack my ass. The sharp sting spreads under my skin until he rubs it away with the heel of his palm. “Fuck, Zac.”

He licks a path up the side of my neck. “Good or bad?”

I whimper. “Do it again.”

He smacks me again, just harder than the first. Letting it sting a little longer before soothing it this time.Fuck. How is it I’ve gone so long without having this?

How is it he knew I’d like it?

I’m soaking wet. I can feel myself start to drip between my thighs. Zac punches his hips, dragging his denim-clad cock up and down the back of my thigh, and he groans into my ear.

“Again,” I pant, curling my fingers, nails digging into the wooden staircase. He smacks my ass so perfectly my moan sounds like a plea.

“Ready to behave?” Zac trails wet kisses up my neck. I nod frantically. “That’s my girl.”

He backs off, and I wince as my ass hits the step underneath me. With a smirk, Zac wrenches open his pants, drops his zipper. My chest heaves when he pulls out his cock, holding himself out for me.

“Open up. Let me fuck that bratty mouth.”

Oh my God, I love seeing him like this. Sweet Zac, all riled up over me.

Pressing my lips together, I plant my hands on the step behind me, dragging myself up. His mouth flattens into a hard line.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

I pull myself up another step. And another. Zac lunges for me and with a yelp I dodge his hands and scramble all the way up the stairs and take off toward the bedrooms with Zac at my heel. My foot catches on the rug lining the hallway. I fall, catching myself on all fours.

My breaths are so fast and shallow, the edges of my vision start to fade. I turn over to see Zac stalking toward me. With his eyes on me, he rips off his shirt, and the dim lights cast shadows over his mouthwatering body. All bunched-up muscles and ridges and the obscene bulge where he tucked his cock back into his pants. He looks big and threatening and so damn sexy I almost give up my game. I can’t wait to fuck him—

Apparently, I’m living out all kinds of fantasies I never knew I had tonight.

My stomach drops when Zac reaches, grabs my ankles and drags me to his feet with so much force the rug comes with me. I end up flat on my back. And I think he’s about to pull me up, claim my mouth the way I love, the way he wanted downstairs. But Zac drops to his knees. Throws my legs wide open. And buries his mouth in my pussy.

“Zac.”

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