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Thank fuck it’s late enough that I should have the place to myself because the last thing I need right now is to have to put on my Jace mask and pretend to be the happy-go-lucky himbo everyone thinks I am.
“You know I’m not going to move out of principle now, right? I can stand here all night if I have to.”
“Because you have no idea how stubborn I can be when someone challenges me.”
“I mean, same,” I say. “You think you have a monopoly on being stubborn? Bitch, please. I’d win against you every time.”
He studies me for a few beats, his entire demeanor shifting from “frat boy without a care in the world” to how I imagine a serial killer picking his next victim would look.
“It’s cute that you think that. But trust me when I say that if anyone ends up being the other’s bitch, you’ll be the one on your knees like a dog.”
It’s like Dracula’s Airbnb in here. Boring and plain.”
“When I fuck you, it won’t be because I had to resort to tricks and blackmail. It’ll be because you want it. Because you beg me for it.”
“You want it?” “Obviously.” Not breaking eye contact with him, I slip the card under the waistband of my sweats and slide it down the front of my boxer briefs. “Then come and get it.”
“You don’t want to be my good boy?” I ask, shifting so the material of my sweats rubs over his bare dick. “Fuck you,” he groans, his eyes fluttering closed as he presses up against me. “That’s fine.” Leaning down, I put my lips next to his ear. “Bad boys are way more fun to break.”
“Take my dick out,” I repeat when he pauses. A little smirk lifts the corner of his mouth. “Make me.”
You look good in my cum.” He pins me with a flat look as I walk back over to him. “Bet you’d look even better covered in mine.”
Why the hell was watching him spin it around like a serial killer so damn hot?
“Considering I just scaled a twenty-foot wall and played dodge the cameras with almost no cover to get here so I could wait for you, no, definitely not done bellyaching.” “Come on.” I tuck my phone away. “And that wall is only nineteen and a half feet.”
I want Jace, and I don’t just want him to fuck me—I want him to fucking own me.
“Can’t I be a cake or maybe a lasagna?” he asks, taking the joint from me. “They have layers too.” “Nah, onion fits because they should be icky but are actually amazing if prepared right.”
Shane isn’t just the only person I’ve ever truly wanted—and the only one I’ve ever craved—he’s also the only one whose pleasure matters more than my own.
