Page 141 of Only in Your Dreams

He’s grinding his teeth, and this is fun now.

Smirking, I dip my hand into my pants, finding enough room to slip under my panties.

“Melody,” he says through clenched teeth when I release a quiet moan. “I swear to God—oh,fuck me.”

“That’s the idea.” Zac’s eyes go wide when I withdraw my hand to suck myself off my fingers. “What’s wrong, Zac?”

“What’s wrong is that the longer you keep this up, the worse it’ll get for you the second we’re alone.”

“Worse how?” I find my way into my panties again, rubbing circles over my clit, releasing every little whimper and moan just to tease him.

“You ever been spanked, Clover?”

“Can’t say I have.”

“It’s what brats like you deserve. Your ass is mine the second that front door closes.”

“Keep on threatening me with a good time, Porter. It’s making this so much better.”

I eye the doorway leading out of the living room. We’re at the very back of the house, as far away from the staircase as we can get. I bend at the waist. Peel off my leggings, take off my shirt. I toss them at him, leaving only my bra and panties on.

“That’s better.”

“Fuck, Mel.”

I close my eyes, push my panties to the side, and dip my fingers into my pussy. God, I’m already so wet it’s tempting to beg him to skip the foreplay. To bend me over right here and fuck me so hard and messy I see stars.

Zac doesn’t say another word. For a while it’s nothing but my whimpers, his harsh breaths, and the wet sounds of my fingers moving inside me. When I open my eyes, blinking away the sex haze, I see his hand moving over the front of his pants. His eyes stuck to me as he touches himself.

God, he’s so fucking hot. I can barely believe he’s mine.

Because he is. He’s mine. He always was, always should have been.

Finally—finally—we hear Noah up on the landing. My heart is in my ears, my fingers freeze inside me.

I’m ready to dive behind the couch for cover if for some reason he decides to come all the way back here. But the second he’s down the steps I hear him fumbling with his shoes, listen to the sound of his keys glancing off the table by the door.

The front door opens.

It closes.

And the lock clicks.

“Give it a second,” Zac tells me as I move my hand out of my panties. “Just in case.”

We stand perfectly still, listening, panting, eyes glued to each other. A car door slams shut. There’s the roar of an engine coming to life.

Thank God.Thank God—

Zac takes a step toward me.

But I’m not ready to stop toying with him. I want to drive him to the edge of his sanity. See what it looks like when he takes what he wants from me—what he’s apparently always wanted from me—without apology.

I move around him, toward the hall, smirking at the look of surprise when I dodge his hands as he reaches for me.

“Melody.”

I dash down the hall with his footsteps behind me. I’m at the foot of the stairs by the time he catches up, and when I turn to face him, it’s clear he’s not impressed with my antics. I back up and climb one step up the staircase.

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