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“Okay,” Mrs. Barlowe said, “I’ll excuse you both for the day.”
She was going to let us leave? Just like that? No questions asked? How come I never knew it was that easy to get out of class? I would have started skipping ages ago.
“Everything okay?” Madoc asked as we walked past his lab table.
Ace pressed my face into his shirt while he murmured something to Madoc. I don’t think he meant for me to overhear, but I could have sworn I heard him say something about me and a “heat spike.”
Then Ace continued to pull me forward, leaving a baffled-looking Madoc behind us.
“Where are we going?” I asked him once we were outside the classroom.
Ace dragged me down the hall by my hand, his strides so purposeful that it was hard to keep up with him.
“I need you for something.”
He stopped in front of what looked like a custodian’s closet and pulled a set of keys out of his pocket.
“Okay, seriously, what are we doing here?” I tried again.
I watched in shock as he put one of the keys into the doorknob and turned it.
My brow shot up. “You have the key to the janitor’s closet?”
Ace nodded. “It’s a skeleton key. It unlocks any room in the school.” He opened the door, pulled me inside, and closed it behind us.
“How do you have a skeleton key to the school? Why do you have a skeleton key to the school?”
Ace pulled the string hanging from the ceiling, turning on the light in the small closet. Brooms and mops surrounded us, and the shelves were filled with cleaning supplies.
“To get into any room in the school,” Ace said as if it were any kind of valid explanation.
I leveled him with an annoyed look and crossed my arms over my chest. I was starting to think it brought him joy to confuse me. “What the heck are we doing in the janitor’s closet, Ace?”
With a hooded gaze, he started licking his lips while looking me up and down.
I noticed his breathing was very shallow. His chest was expanding and hollowing on rasping pulls of oxygen. I could practically see the arousal overtaking him.
Holy hell, I am so turned on right now. What the hell is going on?
Ace forced me back until my spine was against the closed door. He ran his fingers over my waist before tugging me against him with a low growl.
Butterflies swarmed my stomach at first…then that funny, ticklish feeling traveled lower, lower, lower…
“I needed to kiss you. That’s why I brought you here.” Ace ducked his head and brushed the tip of his nose over my jaw.
A gentle kiss was pressed beneath my ear, and I moaned.
“And I didn’t think you would want me claiming your pretty little mouth in front of the entire class, as much as I wanted to.”
With that, he sealed his lips over mine. Pleasure took over my body, touching everywhere—my stomach, between my thighs, the buds of my breasts.
Ace pushed me against the door while his tongue invaded my mouth, taking complete ownership of me in a way that had me gasping for air against his mouth. I was barely able to stand on my shaking legs.
We had never kissed like this before—never so passionately and out of control. All I could do was hold on to his massive shoulders for dear life while he completely ravished me.
He dragged his tongue against mine, over and over, our lips wet and slippery and eager, using his hips to prop me up against the door so I didn’t fall.
It definitely wasn’t helping to tame the overwhelming fire building inside me. It just made me want more of him.
His lips were red and swollen when he finally pulled back. “Fuck, Doe. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”
He gave me another quick kiss while squeezing my ass roughly. “You’ll have to forgive me for the cliché of dragging you to a janitor’s closet to make out with you. I just couldn’t help myself.”
I felt like I was in a daze, totally drunk on the taste of his mouth. I didn’t ever want him to stop kissing me.
“Hey, Ace?” My voice sounded low and strained.
He was too busy watching the way my breasts were heaving to look me in the eye.
“Mm-hm?”
I couldn’t believe I was about to say this. “I had a dream about you this morning. A really good one.”
His attention swung back up to me, intense and heated. “Oh, yeah? Is that why you were whining my name in your sleep? And why I found a wet mess when I reached between your legs?”
His dirty words made me gasp.
So, I was right. He did know I was dreaming about him this morning!
I nodded. “Y-yes.”
“Hmm,” he hummed, gripping me harder. “And what exactly was I doing in this dream?”
I could feel how hard he was getting against my lower stomach. Was it a good idea to get each other this worked up at school? Probably not. But I really didn’t give a shit.
“You were…”
Jesus, I was so turned on, I couldn’t think. If it weren’t for Ace pressing his hips against mine, I would have been rubbing my legs together, trying to relieve some of the ache in my core.
“You were teaching me how to do something.”
His jaw flexed. “Teaching you what exactly?”
My hips shifted against his of their own accord. “You were teaching me how to…”
“How to?” he coaxed.
I licked my lips. “You were teaching me how to suck your cock.”
He slammed his hands down on either side of my head, and the growl that came from his mouth was carnal and low, traveling through my body and filling me with more need.
After several seconds of intense breathing—during which I knew to keep quiet and allow him to get a hold of himself—he finally spoke.
“Doe,” he said slowly, pressing his forehead against mine, “you’re playing a dangerous game telling me this while we’re at school. You’re playing a dangerous game telling me this ?at all.”
I giggled. “You’re the one who needed to take a break from science to go make out in a closet.”
“Oh, it’ll be more than just a break now.” He bent down and nibbled on the little bump on my neck.
My body convulsed with a violent shudder.
“Yep,” he said with a heavy breath. “We’re going home.”
Ace was speeding. He was usually an extremely safe driver. After the car accident when I was fifteen, it took me a while to feel safe riding in a car again.
For a while after, I was terrified any car journey would end with me waking up in another hospital, with no recollection of how I’d got there, in the most horrific pain of my life.
There were times when Ace took that fear very seriously and drove like a grandma.