“Of the park.”
“Did you steal it?”
“He wanted to be a clown and base a park off his greed. So, I left him in one piece… Just honoring the motto of being consumed whole atVore.”
Getting frustrated from thinking about him ever hitting her, I straighten up within her legs and run a hand through my damp hair, innately rubbing my other palm along her thigh. “Even though I’d rather be using my tongue to make you come apart, I’ve gotta fuckin’ ask what’s up with this Ora shit, baby.”
She sits up with her hands as support, her hair curtaining her shoulders. “Nothing. I, uh, wanted to ask her something and that felt like the only way I’d get an answer.”
“Why?” I press.
Blinking, she looks off to the corner, sitting up tighter against me to chew on her nails.
I obviously grab her hand.
Are you new here?
Actually, whyareyou in here right now?
Never mind, she’s flattening her bent legs to the desk and looking up at me with her big, innocent eyes, the shadows of her pussy calling my name through her white, cotton shorts.
“I don’t really want to talk about this… in here.” She looks around, visually pointing out the elephant stinking up the room.
And that’s when the punch of the foul odor hits me.
Nodding understandingly, I quickly stash my phone in my pocket and grab some envelopes from the desk drawer before snatching up the cashbox, then I’m grabbing her hand on my way back around and assisting her with a cute ass leap off the desk.
I know she didn’t answer the question still fizzing uncomfortably beneath my skin, but having her like this, holding her hand while walking past the dude sheknowsI killed, and seeing her lips rosy and plump from me, is snapping a smile on my face as I get the door open.
“What?” she laughs.
I shake my head, theatrically stepping around the door after her and tugging it shut. “We kissed. I know what you taste like.” Grinning, I slip the keys out from my pocket, vaulting the door nice and tight, before matching her position on the top step and leading our descent.
She laughs some more, the dry, warm sound filling the staircase and her sneakers keeping up with my hustle. “Is that more exciting than fucking me with a popsicle and eating me out?”
No more, huh?
I can’t help it. Desire reawakens inside me, spinning on the last two steps to grab her waist and push her into the wall.
My mouth is on hers before her head makes contact, her hands latching around the hem of my shirt—like she wants to rip it off and fuck me right here, in this very spot in the shitty stairwell.
Should I? Do I do it? Do I pull my cock out, slip her tiny fucking shorts to the side and pin my hand to her mouth to keep her quiet?
Or do I restrain, get her to my bed, and take my time indulging in her pretty cunt?
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
BUNNY
My cheeks are sore, letting out irrepressible giggles and scampering into my room, shutting the door behind me.
What do you have to be happy about?
The balloon in my chest deflates, my face relaxing into the numbness that’s abating the contentment I walked home with. I know Razor’s looking through the big hole in my door. I was gonna… I planned this whole stupid thing of being cheesy and getting him to beg me to come out through his destruction, but I’m avoiding him standing on the other side and kicking my shoes off, absently picking them up and dropping them in the closet.
I have so many things to be happy about. But the monster that lives in my head won’t let me be.
I kissed him. And it was nuclear.
