Chapter 133. Run Away, Zoey

CHARLOTTE

“What are you blabbering about?” She literally asked that question.

“Zo… Zoey… I don’t have… ahhhhhh… strength!” I managed to gasp, my voice strangled.

My hips gave a tiny, involuntary buck against Leo’s face, and I felt him grin against me, the vibration sending another shockwave through my system.

“Strength for what? To finally haul your enormous behind out of that bed?” she sneered, taking a step closer.

“To argue with you, dummy!” I yelled.

“Argue with me? Who says I want to argue with you? And you called me dummy?!”

Leo chose that moment to intensify his efforts, his tongue flicking with relentless, pinpoint accuracy—hitting a spot I didn’t even know existed in my body.

“Nghhh!” I cried as my back arched violently off the mattress, a choked sound tearing from my throat.

My hands fisted in the sheets tightly.

“Nghhhhh… Zoey… you have to… leave… right… now…” I panted.

The pressure cooling from down there