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My stomach tightens as my release builds, and when I can’t hold back anymore, I roll her onto her back, letting her watch as I explode onto her, my cum coating her stomach and breasts.

She cries out, her body bucking off the bed as she stares at my pulsing cock, her lips parted in ecstasy.

The sated sight of her makes me feral, and an unrestrained groan rips from my throat.

It takes a minute for me to calm down and then I pump my cock one last time, biting back a smirk when Blair whimpers at the sight.

Nothing has changed. She always loved getting me off. Watching me fall apart. So much so that I bet I could pull another release from her now. With barely any effort.

Testing the theory, I wriggle down the bed until my mouth lines up with her pussy, and fuck me, it’s more beautiful than I remember—bare and soaked, glistening for more.

“Zane, what—”

Without letting her finish her question, I run a finger slowly through the arousal soaking her, moving toward her throbbingclit. I want to clean her with my tongue, but the second I press down on the sweet little bud, she cries out again, biting down on her hand as she thrashes against me.

I grin proudly, and maybe a little cocky too. But the real pleasure comes from knowing how much I still get her, how much I still understand.

My breathing returns to normal as I wait for hers to slow, moving up the bed, dropping down beside her as her warmth comforts me.

A beam of sunlight shines across her flushed skin, and a tightness works its way into my chest. “You are so fucking beautiful when you come apart like that. Thank you for letting me watch.”

Blair’s already pink cheeks brighten, and she shies away from me, until I grab her chin and force her to look. “I mean it, B. Everything about you is beautiful.”

“Even this?” she whispers, pointing to the sticky mess I made on her skin, a giggle escaping her.

“Especially that.” I chuckle, loving the way the heat returns to her gaze.Yeah, I may be a little possessive.But only for her.

Despite the intense desire to keep her branded with my cum, I grab a handful of tissues and clean her up as she watches me, her eyes wide, her lip trapped between her teeth.

When I’m done, she drags me back to bed, snuggling against me, her head on my chest.

Her eyes drift shut as I gently stroke her hair, and all too soon, my alarm goes off, the sound making me jump.

Slipping out of Blair’s hold, I rush to silence my phone, an apology on the tip of my tongue.

Only she doesn’t wake.

She’s so peaceful, I can’t bring myself to rouse her, but I have to go. I’ve already missed one practice this month. I can only imagine the consequences if I skip another.

Especially considering I left early last night.

As though doing a walk of shame, I quietly get dressed and sneak out of her room, tiptoeing down the hall.

My jacket’s not where I slipped out of it last night, but when I reach the entry, I find it on a coat rack and silently thank Jenna. There’s no way Cade was that thoughtful.

The door creaks as I open it, and I rush to leave when Cade’s angry groan stops me in my tracks. I freeze and then turn slowly, my heart pounding, my hands lifted in surrender. But he’s passed out on the couch, sleeping restlessly in true Cade fashion.

Thank fuck.

I chuckle to myself, and with one last glance toward Blair’s closed door, I slip away, a smile on my face, feeling lighter than I’ve felt in a very long time.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

Blair

The sun’s peeking through the break in my curtains the next time I wake, and I smile as I stretch, my body aching for all the right reasons. I don’t think I’ve come that hard since I was last with Zane. Just my hand on his pierced cock did things to my body that I’ve never experienced before. I may have had Zane’s fingers working me into a frenzy, but I could imagine the way his cock would tear me apart, and if I’d been allowed to scream, the whole building would have heard me.

“It turns out piercingsdoincrease the pleasure.” I roll over to find Zane’s side of the bed empty and cold. But instead of the hurt I’d expect to feel, I can’t help but laugh.