“None of this is real.” I barely push out the words, but don’t push him away.

“That little whimper you let out sounded pretty real.”

He took my hearing as well. I didn’t even know I made a sound.

Fitz drags his mouth from mine, skimming over my chin until he dips into my neck. “That one too.”

The next noise I let out when I feel his hardness against me I definitely have no issue hearing. I’m not sure anyone else in the schoolhouse or the greater Boston area would have any issue either.

“We have… to stop.” I arch my back into him as I mewl.

“So stop,” he challenges.

But I don’t. “Someone could hear us.”

Fitz bites at my earlobe. “Stop pretending you’re the good girl who cares what anyone else thinks.” He slides a hand up my thigh, my dress making it too easy. “I fell for the bad girl. Give her to me.”

I lose my mind. I grab Fitz’s belt, but he quickly pulls away entirely. My whimper sounds between us, but the whine changes quickly into a squeal when Fitz picks me up and sits me on the metal table that’s been pressing into my back.

“I want to show you,” he breathes out heavily, and his forehead finds mine. “Once again, that I want nothing. Will you let me, Parker?”

He cups my bare knees, waiting.

God, I don’t want to. I need to let him.

I manage a nod and slowly, Fitz glides his hands up my legs, beneath the opening of my dress. Every inch of my skin his hands cover heats up until he grabs the lacey band of my underwear, tugging it down.

“Fitz…” I can’t focus. Not on his touch, his words, or the way he’s staring at me, like I’m the most important thing.

Like I matter to him just because.

“Do you know how long I’ve dreamed of this?” He extends a leg, bringing over a stool and dropping onto it before he yanks me forward on the table and tugs my underwear down. The cool metal is a heavy contrast to the heat of my skin.

Fitz leaves the softest, most delicate kiss I’ve ever felt against the inside of my knee.

“Since forever,” he whispers before his mouth creeps up.

And up.

And up.

“God,” he whispers. I both hear and feel the way he inhales me. “You were worth the wait.”

I’m propped on one elbow, but I bring my free hand off the table, fisting my fingers in his hair when he runs his tongue up and down my slit.

“Fitz…” I do anything I can to keep myself from shouting, but it feels next to impossible, no matter how hard I bite my lip, or clench my teeth. Not when he begins painting circles around my clit with his tongue. “Fitz, you…”