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Too late.
My knees fell open of their own accord.
Tiny sprinkles of blood peppered my thighs like freckles. I probably should’ve been more concerned about the mess I’d abandoned with the Bretts.
There could even be police downstairs.
But I wasn’t.
My pulse hummed inside my core as I reached between my legs and pushed aside my cotton panties, dipping my fingers inside myself.
Normally, I went straight for the clit, but I’d never felt so empty in my entire life. Both fingers I slid inside met no resistance as they thrust into my soaking pussy.
God, my fingers alone wouldn’t do.
I shook my head. Desperate tears stained the corners of my eyes. I surveyed my surroundings, halting on a thick cigar holder.
Scooting all the way to the desk, I grabbed it and crawled back into place, sticking it inside me as I began massaging my clit.
A shudder ripped through me. I felt filled, charged, eager to combust. It made no sense. The cigar holder was metal. Freezing to the touch.
And still.
Still.
Maybe because it wasZach’scigar holder. InZach’slibrary. InZach’smansion. But I could feel him all around me, hovering above me, whispering filthy things into my ear.
The ache between my legs intensified. I knew whatever happened here would never measure up to what I really wanted.
Zach. Pushing me against the Go board.
Me splayed over it, the stones digging into my back, denting my sensitive skin as he trails his mouth down my body, his head disappearing between my thighs.
My fingers sped up against my clit. I shifted, bucking my ass up to angle the cigar holder until it hit my G-spot.
“Oh, God.” My back arched like a rainbow. “Yes.”
I rode the cigar holder, my thighs straining, burning, desperate formore friction.
Voices carried into the library from outside the door. Oliver laughing. Dallas hollering something. Romeo placating her.
But I’d checked out, lost inside my own head. In another world.
Zach devouring my pussy until I come all over his tongue. Flipping me onto my belly after I’m spent, teasing his shaft along the slit of my ass before entering me from behind.
My breath caught, the pressure between my legs building. I whimpered, painting desperate circles around my clit.
Pinching. Teasing. Flicking.
His name fell from my lips like a chant. “Zach, Zach, Zach.”
It wasn’t enough.
I spread myself wider, pushing and pulling the cigar holder inside me while I worked the bundle of nerves between my legs with my other hand.
The night breeze caressed my nipples, sailing in from the open window. They pebbled beneath the current. I pretended it was Zach’s breath, tormenting me, demanding I submit to him.
“Make me come.” My walls clenched around the thick cigar holder, desperate, begging for a release. “Please, Zach.”
