ALL I WANT IS YOU: Some rules are meant to be broken
Inviting and urging him to ruin me, right there on the couch.
“Tell me to stop,” he whispered.
I didn’t.
His mouth found mine—rougher than Cane’s ever was, tasting of scotch and pent-up everything. His hands roamed freely under my shirt, his calloused palms on my skin.
I arched into him,
“Hmm, yess.” I moaned straight into his ears as his fingers slipped beneath my shorts, finding me already wet.
We didn’t make it to a bedroom. Right there on the couch, with Cane asleep two floors up, Zac pushed my shorts down, freed himself, and sank into me, slow—inch by thick inch—eyes locked on mine the whole time.
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