Page 72 of Off Limits

He barked out a laugh. “Banana hands? Not sure if that’s an insult or a compliment.”

“More like a metaphor.” I flashed him a quick grin. “Am I wrong?”

He chuckled. “No, you’re not wrong. Although I kinda hate you for that one. Now all I can see are bananas instead of fingers when I look at my hands.”

“You’re welcome.” I finished the French part of the braid on the doll and quickly wove the tail into a regular braid.

“That’s what I get for having a writer for a stepbrother.” He bumped my shoulder with his. “Do you remember when you went through that phase where you’d call me random names that didn’t make any sense but were somehow super insulting like ‘excavated potato’ or ‘dollar store teapot?’ That used to piss me off so much, and I had no idea why.”

Laughing, I pulled the braid I’d just made in the doll’s hair apart. “I remember. That was a fun time.”

He snort-laughed. “Maybe for you, not so much for me since I was the one who looked completely unhinged when I lost my shit because you called me a used sandal.”

I handed him the doll. “Like I said, that was a fun time.”

He took the doll from me and wedged it between his knees. “Brat.”

“Let’s see what those banana hands can do.” I waved at the doll.

“I seem to recall you getting up close and personal with them recently,” he said, his tone casual but somehow still laced with heat and innuendo as he gathered a small section of doll hair to start his braid. “And I don’t remember you complaining about them then.”

My cheeks went hot and my dick thickened in my briefs. “I didn’t say it was a bad thing,” I said, not quite pulling off casual as my voice cracked on the last word.

“Is this okay?” he asked, pulling my attention to the doll and off my stupid sex-starved body. “Not too much to start with?”

“It’s good.” I tried to discreetly clear my throat.

Thankfully Dex had to concentrate on what he was doing, and I was able to spend the next twenty or so minutes focusing on his braiding skills and not thinking about his bedroom ones as he practiced.

“I think I have it.” Dex beamed and held up the doll, showing off the neat braid he’d just finished.

“You definitely do.” I couldn’t help grinning back at him. He looked so proud and happy it was contagious. “You picked it up faster than I did.”

“How did you learn how to do it?” He handed me back the doll.

“I watched some YouTube videos and practiced on a very squirmy Chloe until she was happy with them.”

He leaned back against the couch. “That sounds slightly more difficult than practicing on a doll with someone giving you step-by-step instructions.”

“Slightly.” I put the doll on the table next to the couch. “Next I’ll show you how to do a crown braid.”

“A crown braid?”

“I have no idea what it’s called, but it’s when you do the braid like a hair band. She loves that style, but it’s a bit advanced for a first lesson.”

“I’d say so.” He shot me a lazy grin. “Are you sure my banana hands can handle something like that?”

“You’re not going to let that one go, are you?” I pinned him with a flat look.

“Nope.” He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and dragged his teeth over it.

The move was casual, unconscious even, but my entire body tightened like he’d just whipped out his dick and invited me to sit on it. My breath caught, and my dick went half hard, tenting the front of my sweats.

He dropped his eyes to my bulge, but instead of making a snide remark or teasing me about my lack of control, he lifted his heated gaze to mine.

I tried to look away, but it was like we were frozen in place and trapped in some sort of feedback loop.

This was bad. Really fucking bad. We were babysitting, and our siblings were upstairs. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t look away.

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