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I turn it off. Set it down. Find the rabbit style vibrator at the end of the row.
Kaylee's eyes go wide as she takes it in. "Oh. So that's... and then that's... and it just..."
"Yeah."
She swallows hard. "That seems intense."
"It is." At least, that's what I hear. "You want to try it?"
"Yeah. I do."
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Brendon
Kaylee's cheeks flush a deeper red with every step she takes upstairs. Her gait speeds. She stumbles over the top step. "I, uh... I'm kind of distracted."
"Thinking about being tied to my bed?"
She takes an unsteady step into the hallway. "You know that. Don't brag."
No deal. Thinking about her tied to my bed, forced to take every ounce of pleasure I want to give her—
If I can't brag about that then what good is bragging?
Her hips sway as she moves into the bedroom. Fuck, her ass is perfect. I want to watch it slam into my pelvis as I fuck her from behind.
I want her every fucking way I can have her.
I tear off the toy's packaging as I step into my bedroom. Cardboard and paper flutters to the ground. I need to clean up all the evidence of that. But not now.
Now, I need her coming until she can't take it anymore.
"Take off your dress," I demand.
She nods. Her eyes get bright. Bold. She stares back at me, daring me to resist touching her, as she unzips her dress and slides it to her ankles.
Fuck, she's wearing that pair of panties. The one with Paradise plastered on the crotch.
My voice drops right to that demanding tone. "You wear that for me, angel?"
She nods.
I move close enough to touch her. Toss the vibrator on the bed. Trace the outline of her bra with my fingertips. "This too?"
"Yes." Her voice is dripping with confidence. "I wore my dress to torture you too." She slides her hand under my t-shirt and presses her palm against my stomach. "It gets me off, driving you out of your mind."
"What else gets you off, angel?"
"Thinking about you."
"Specifically."
"About you pinning me against the wall so hard my cheek is pressed against it. Us in some semi-secluded public place. You exposing my breasts, playing with them like you need me on display."
Blood rushes to my cock. "What else?"
"You throwing me on the bed. Peeling off my jeans. Spanking me. Holding me down and fucking me from behind." Her cheeks flush. "You're not the only one with dirty thoughts, Brendon. You're not the only one who fantasizes about it rough."
