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"Perfect,” I groan, nuzzling my face against her stomach and dropping kisses on her silken skin as I make my way down beneath her belly button. I reach up and push the damn onesie off her shoulders, feeling her shrug free. The damn thing drops to her feet, and I quickly realize she’s completely naked.
Zara’s fingers curl into my hair, her fingers combing through the strands and making me groan with a rasp of satisfaction. My mouth continues its descent, and my hands move to her ass, dragging her hips toward me.
Zara gasps at the first touch of my tongue, the sound like a shot of pure energy that strikes my throbbing cock. Her fingers grip my hair, and her knees buckle a little. I press a kiss to her thigh and then move my attention back to her center. I lick a line up to her clit before circling it with my tongue and repeating the motion over and over again.
Zara is making soft, sweet noises, but her hips are moving faster and faster against me, searching for more.
"Stop teasing," she commands above me, fingernails scratching down my neck. I chuckle between her thighs, and she groans, probably loud enough for everyone to hear outside the fucking closet, but I don’t give a shit.
She's soaked, coating my tongue in her arousal, and driving me insane. I have no goddamn clue how many minutes we have left, but I have to be cutting it close. With one swift move, I slide a finger deep inside her and latch onto her clit with my mouth, sucking and licking the little bundle of nerves with a frenzy that even surprises me.
A second finger joins the first and I work them in and out of her tight body as my mouth lavishes her with attention. Zara's legs are shaking. One of her hands is still on my head and the other bracing herself on my shoulder. She has nothing to worry about though, I won't let her fall. I’ll never let her stumble again.
My free hand holds her hips against my face. I feel every jerk and spasm of her body as she falls apart on my fingers and my tongue.
“Yes, Rhys. Yes. Just like that.” Zara’s power blasts through me, swirling and dancing with my own magic. I groan between her thighs, hugging her to me as I nearly fucking come in my pants at the feeling. Christ.
I don't know how long we stay there. Me on my knees, Zara pressing my face against her stomach. I was wrong. This closet is the perfect place to lay down and take a nap. I didn’t even have a damn orgasm.
“How long have we been in here?” Zara asks softly once she catches her breath. I stand up, bringing her pajamas with me, and zipping her up until she’s fully covered once again.
“Longer than seven minutes.” I chuckle and move to open the door, but before I get a chance, Zara has her hands on my face and pulls me down for a kiss. I willingly oblige, crushing her in my embrace and doing what I wanted to before. Backing her against the door and rocking my hips against her. Fuck, I’m so damn hard that I’m going to come in my pants if I don’t knock this off.
Zara’s hands are scrabbling at my shirt, pulling it up at my back so she can touch my skin. I cup her ass and she automatically wraps her legs around my waist, grinding against my dick.
The door opens and we start falling forward. Through some feat of fast reflexes, I manage to turn so that I fall on the ground with Zara on top of me, instead of crushing her. My back hits the—thankfully—carpeted floor of the game room. It’s still not like landing on a bed of fluffy pillows.
My groan goes from quiet to loud when I realize everyone is gathered around us, looking down in a circle of judgment and amusement. Zara’s head is buried in my chest, but her shoulders are shaking. My hands are still on her ass, which Ruby pointedly looks at with a raised eyebrow. Someday I am going to cock block her so bad to make up for all the times she’s done it to me and Zara.
“Looks like things went well in there,” Archer says with an amused glint in his eyes.
“Is this how it’s supposed to go?” Zara’s words are muffled with laughter, and from her face being smushed against my chest.
I sigh as I sit up. Plucking Zara off my lap with reluctance while I think about very unsexy things. “Pretty much.”
