The Nerd Who Stole The Quarterback (Astra and Zayne) novel Chapter 68

Chapter 68

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The dress was beautiful, soft blue fabric with delicate embroidery along the neckline and sleeves that flowed gently over my body. It hugged my full breasts, my hips, and especially my soft stomach in a way that made me feel incredibly self- conscious. I kept tugging at the sides, wishing I could hide the parts I usually covered with baggy clothes.

I felt… exposed.

From the corner of my eye, I caught Zane watching me.

He had actually said it looked good on me.

I still couldn’t believe it.

Elira smiled warmly, holding up several other pieces from her new line.

“You don’t have to model if you’re uncomfortable, darling,” she said gently. “But I’d love it if you did. This collection is for plus-size women and girls, women with real curves, softness, and strength. Women like you. Beautiful, full-figured, and unapologetic about taking up space.”

Her words made something warm bloom in my chest. She said it so naturally, so proudly.

“I… I don’t feel comfortable modeling in front of strangers,” I admitted quietly. “But if it’s just for you… maybe?”

Elira’s eyes lit up with hope.

“Nothing too big, I promise. This Saturday I’m hosting a private launch event here at home, just close friends, buyers, and a few influencers. You can help around if you’d like, and close from work a bit earlier. No pressure on the runway unless you

want to.”

I nodded slowly.

“Yes, ma’am. I can help.”

Elira’s phone rang. She glanced at it and smiled apologetically.

“Change into the next one, darling. I’ll be right back.”

I moved behind the decorative screen they had set up for privacy and carefully slipped out of the first dress. I was reaching for the zipper of the second gown when I felt him.

“Let me.”

Zane’s voice was suddenly right behind me.

Before I could yelp or turn fully, he was there, his hard chest pressing against my back, his body heat surrounding me.

His fingers found the zipper and slowly pulled it up, the sound loud in the quiet corner.

I shivered hard.

“T… thank you,” I whispered, voice shaky.

His hand lingered on my waist, big and warm, fingers spreading over the soft curve there.

I gasped softly.

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He pulled my long golden hair to the side, exposing my neck.

His thumb traced slowly down the side of my throat.

“Zane.. stop,” I breathed, knees weakening.

He leaned in closer, lips brushing my ear.

“Stop?” he murmured, pressing his body tighter against mine. “You’re standing here in my mother’s dress, looking like every dirty fantasy I’ve had about you… and you want me to stop?”

His hand on my waist tightened, pulling me back against him.

I could feel how hard he was.

My breath hitched.

He dragged his lips lightly along the side of my neck, not quite kissing, just teasing.

“Tell me again to stop, Trouble,” he whispered against my skin. “See if I listen this time.”

“Zane… your brothers are a few feet away,” I whispered desperately, voice barely audible.

My heart was hammering so hard I was sure he could feel it against my back.

He didn’t pull away.

Instead, his hand slid up from my waist and cupped my jaw firmly from behind, tilting my head back against his shoulder. His hard chest pressed fully into my back, trapping me against him.

“I know exactly where they are,” he murmured, lips brushing my ear. “Doesn’t change the fact that you’re dripping for me right now, does it?”

His thumb stroked slowly along my jawline, then dragged down to press against my bottom lip, parting it slightly.

“You’re shaking,” he whispered, almost amused. “Scared they’ll hear how wet you get when I touch you?”

I whimpered softly, knees buckling.

His other hand stayed on my waist, fingers digging into the soft fabric of the dress, pulling me back harder against the very obvious hardness pressing against my ass.

“Zane… please,” I breathed, eyes fluttering.

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest into my back.

“Please what?” he taunted, thumb slipping just inside my mouth, brushing my tongue. “Please stop? Or please don’t stop?”

I couldn’t answer.

My mind was spinning, body burning, trapped between the elegant dress and the dangerous boy behind me.

Zane leaned in and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the side of my neck, sucking lightly before pulling back.

“Be a good girl and stay still,” he growled softly against my skin. “Or I might forget we’re not alone.”

His hand on my jaw tightened just enough to remind me who was in control.

And I stood there, trembling, completely at his mercy.

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I whimpered.

His thumb pushed inside my mouth again, pressing down on my tongue.

“Suck,” he ordered quietly.

I obeyed with a shaky breath, lips closing around his thumb as he slowly fucked it in and out of my mouth.

Zane groaned softly against my neck, the sound vibrating through me.

“Good girl,” he praised darkly. “Look at you… letting me play with your mouth while my brothers are right here. So fucking obedient when you want to be.”

I shivered violently, knees buckling.

He held me up easily, mouth latching onto the side of my neck. He sucked hard enough to leave a mark, then soothed it with his tongue while his thumb continued its slow, dirty rhythm in my mouth.

“Imagine if they walked in right now,” he whispered against my damp skin. “Seeing their sweet Astra bent over for me like this…”

I moaned around his thumb, mortified and unbearably turned on.

Zane’s low laugh was pure sin.

“You like that idea, don’t you? My dirty little secret.”

He finally pulled his thumb from my mouth with a wet pop and spun me around to face him. Before I could catch my breath, he crashed his mouth onto mine.

His hands roamed down my body, gripping my ass through the dress and squeezing hard as he devoured my mouth.

When he finally pulled back, we were both breathing heavily.

He pressed his forehead against mine, eyes dark with lust.

“Change out of the dress,” he ordered, voice rough. “Before I rip it off you and fuck you right here while my brothers are over there.”

He stepped back, adjusting himself blatantly in his sweatpants, eyes still burning into me.

I stood there trembling, lips swollen, thighs pressed tightly together, completely wrecked.

And he just smirked like the demon he was.

Then Zane turned and walked away without another word, leaving me leaning against the wall, breathing hard like I’d just

run a marathon.

“What is he doing to me?

Every time he came close, my brain turned to complete mush. Logically, I knew this had to be some kind of game to him, a sick bet, a way to mess with me, or just another way to assert control. He was Zane Ashton. He could have anyone. So why was he doing this to me?

But my stupid, traitorous body didn’t care about logic.

It only remembered his hands. His voice. The way he made me feel like I was burning alive.

I sighed shakily and forced myself to move. I changed out of the first dress and into the next one.

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