Brendon
My eyes stay glued to Kay.
She moves back to her seat. Crosses one leg over the other. Smooths her skirt.
Fuck, that blouse is cut low. It does things to me. Makes me forget every one of the reasons why this shouldn't happen.
I have more self-control than this.
In theory.
Now that I know Kay wants it hard and rough—
Fuck, she owns my thoughts.
She leans in to whisper something in Em's ear.
Whatever Em whispers back gets Kay blushing.
I hate being away from her.
Hate being pissed at her.
Hate that I'm actually thinking about tossing aside every rational thought in my head.
I'm not that much of a caveman.
Even if my cock is making a hell of a compelling argument.
She could be pinned to the bathroom wall. Bound to my bed. Bent over my knee.
Dean kneels in front of Kay. He holds out his hand. "If you'll please, madame."
"I prefer Miss," she teases.
He chuckles. "I didn't know you were into this."
"Huh?" Kaylee places the mic in his hands.
"Men on their knees." He winks and he jumps—actually jumps—to his feet.
Kay blushes.
Ryan jumps in. "You didn't get the message the first time?"
Walker nods. "You repulse her."
Dean shakes his head. Motions to the screen. "We'll see."
A familiar melody flows from the speakers. Dean plants his feet on the ground. Holds up one arm.
Looks right at Kaylee.
Belts out the lyrics to S&M.
Winks at me.
Then all his attention is on Kay.