Chapter 67

Sloane

“That was…”

“Amazing?”

I groan, flipping myself onto the desk, trying to stop my knees from trembling, but Zane doesn’t give me a chance. He scoops me up effortlessly, body pressing mine, and I can’t fight the shiver running through me.

“Couch?” he murmurs.

I nod, pouting. “I feel so sore, you bastard.”

He chuckles, dragging me across the room. Zane put me on the couch but he didn’t sit.