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Of her wrists tied to my bed—
Her thighs against my cheeks—
"You can tell me more, Brendon. I'm not an innocent flower. I read all sorts of books. I can handle an explanation."
Maybe she can.
But I can't. "There're a few good books. I'll make a list."
She nods, but there's something about it.
Like she knows exactly what I'm thinking.
Like she knows how badly I want to make her mine.
Chapter Ten
BRENDON
Fuck, it's hot in here. The air conditioning never quite balances out. Downstairs is freezing. Upstairs is a sauna.
I wipe my brow with my t-shirt.
Kay is behind me. I'm not sure how I know, but I do.
She's staring.
Of course she's staring.
I'm practically putting myself on display.
I need to be more careful. But that's a lost cause. This is my house. I strip. I shower. I walk around in a towel.
Making a point of being fully dressed at all times—that will make things weird.
"It's hot, huh?" she asks.
"Yeah." I let my t-shirt fall over my torso. Turn back to face her.
Her cheeks are flushed. It's hot yeah, but that's not it.
She has that look. Thatmmm, I want morelook. I know it well. Fuck, when I bring a woman home, that look is my goal. I like having someone begging, panting, screaming for more.
"You look hot." She presses her lips together. "I mean, flushed. Like it's hot."
I nod.
"How about I run to that coffee shop down the street. Cold brew for you, iced tea for me."
"Thanks." I need the space. And the chance to put something in my head besidesdamn, Kay is so considerate. She'd make the perfect girlfriend.
She will.
For someone.
One day.
I reach for my wallet to pull out a twenty, but she shakes her head.
