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BJ pulled back his locs, tying them into a man bun. “Well, the lesson isn’t quite done, Ms. Porter.”
Kendra watched him with hooded eyes as he sank back down to his knees, palming her inner thighs with a devilish smile. “Thenit’s time to give it your best effort.”
“I expect your undivided attention.”
Chapter 13
“What are you wearing right now?” The rumble in BJ’s voice made Kendra’s toes curl as she pressed her cell phone to her ear.They’d barely made it twenty-four hours before Kendra received a late-night text of a GIF of Mike Tyson sparring in the ring.Whatever this friends-with-benefits situationship was, it remained undefined and they hadn’t revisited the conversation. Afterhis text, she’d called him immediately and he hadn’t even bothered with a hello before repeating his opening question.
“What do you want me to be wearing?”
“Don’t play coy with me,” he said. “I asked you a question.”
“What if I said ‘nothing’?”
“Is that true?”
She looked down at her body, her glowing skin catching the light after being slathered in body butter and hydrating oils.Her back leaned against her headboard and pillows as she toyed with her hair. “It could be true.”
“Be serious right now. I’m trying to ask you questions. You’re taking me out of the mood.”
“Okay, okay. Sorry. I’ll stop ‘playing coy,’” she mocked.
“So let’s try this again.” His tone was serious. “What are you wearing right now?”
“I am wearing a dark purple set—a lace camisole with matching panties.”
“Take it off,” he rasped softly.
Kendra closed her eyes, imagining him whispering that in her ear, his breath warming her cheek, her throat, before his lipspressed against her shoulder. “Okay.”
She put her phone on speaker so she could continue to talk to him as she did what he asked. “Camisole is off and...” Shelifted her hips, tugging down her panties, kicking them off once they were below her knees. She sank back against the pillows.“Done. What are you wearing?”
“Nothing.”
“Already? You were waiting for me?” She pictured his hand wrapped around his erection and ran her nails over the swell ofher breasts.
“Obviously.”
“Don’t be snarky,” she teased.
“I wanted you naked for a reason...”
“If you want me naked, why aren’t you here?”
“I have some work to do, and if I’m there, I won’t get any of it done.”
“Surely we can control ourselves in more places than just the restaurant.”
“We can, but do we actually want to?”
She bit her lip as she contemplated his question. “Okay, maybe you’re right,” she admitted. “But, eventually, we could getto a place where we’re not so...”
“So what?”
“Addictedis the word that comes to mind. I’m not sure that it’s the right word to use in this instance, because this is definitelynot a bad thing. What do you think?”
“I always think of addiction as having a bad connotation. And besides, we’ve only had four of these secret boxing matches so far.”
