Page 255 of By His Play

Biting down on my bottom lip, I let my eyes trail down the length of him.

He’s wearing a black hoodie and grey sweatpants.

And those sweatpants—or more specifically, what’s hiding beneath them—are not in any fit shape to walk into a restaurant.

“I think we’ve done enough talking,” I decide. “Takeout at my place?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Taking my hand in his, he leads me out of the dance studio. I don’t know what time it is, or how much of the lesson is technically left, but I don’t care.

“What about Brax’s car?” I ask as we walk up to it.

“He’ll take it home. He’s in that coffee shop over there, just in case this all went very wrong.”

My eyes shoot to the coffee shop in question, and right there in the window is the man I thought I was meeting for our dance class.

“He’s a good guy,” I muse, lifting my hand to wave at him.

“Yeah. He is. Even if he has been manhandling my girl.”

“It’s dance. It’s art.”

“Mmm. If you say so.”

When we get to my car, he pulls the passenger door open for me before jogging around to the driver’s side and dropping into the seat.

“Buckle up. You’re in for a wild ride."

“Oh my god,” I squeal as he wheelspins out of the parking lot.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

I swear, the drive back to my apartment has never taken so long. The air between us is thick with desire.

No sooner has he parked and killed the engine than he’s at my door and throwing me over his shoulder.

“Kieran.”

“Can’t wait any longer, Luck,” he says as he jogs toward the elevator.

“Ow, shit,” I complain when he spanks my ass.

“Get used to it. You’ve got a number of things you need punishing for.”

I slam my lips shut as the elevator doors open.

He presses the button for the top floor before dragging me from his shoulder and slamming me against the back wall.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Luck. A really bad fucking girl.”

My core aches at his words.

“Do you know what bad girls get?” he asks.

His dark, desire-filled eyes bore down into mine and his jaw ticks with impatience.

“Orgasms?” I tease.

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