"Okay." Another intake of my breath. "I like you, though." Her words shock me, but the point isn't Shirley's feelings for me. The point is that she seems to be fighting them. That's what baffles me. Doesn't she want to like me? Is that it? "That was a lot of information at once..." Shirley sighs
Shirley I can't focus on the TV. I'm trying to keep my breaths steady and pay attention to the news, but Zane is ruffling my feathers by simply existing. He is eating dinner from his plate. The pasta he promised. His back is against the wall, and he sits comfortably beside me on a mattress. We
His words make me blush, and I attempt to withdraw my feet, but he calmly keeps them in place. I send him a glare, but he doesn't back down. Not at all. Zane's fingers dig into my sole, and I find myself relaxing against the pillow, wishing he would focus on my pussy instead. I can't believe it's b
Shirley My hands grip the hem of my pants, but I find myself unable to remove them under Zane's curious gaze. He scans my body with a sort of lazy perusal designed to awake butterflies. "Could you please look away as I undress? You're making me nervous by staring at me." I glare up at him, and Zan
"Scare you?" I snort at that. "Am I supposed to believe big, bad Zane Jackson is easily frightened?" His eyes narrow while I leer up at him. My naked breasts are pressing into his hot skin, and water is going between them, raining over my stomach. Zane isn't saying a word, and I'm absentmindedly st
Shirley I can barely breathe, too hyperaware of the hot man standing behind me. Every heartbeat, every breath; I can sense it all. "I asked you a question," Zane murmurs, but his tone tells me he isn't in a rush. He knows what he does to me, and his large hands are stroking my skin but not quite g
"Cute." Zane leans forward, licking me again, and knitting his eyes together. He is doing it slower than ever—the fucking tease. When he leans back, he is smirking. "Ask me again, nicer this time." "No." Smiling, he bends forward and nips at the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, and I yelp in sur
Zane I'm toweling myself, aware of Shirley's eyes sticking to my body like glue. They are widening by the second, colored in a lovely shade of green. Emeralds that reflect something like horror or mortification. I frown. "Why are you looking at me like that?" I preferred it when she was drooling,