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“You’re just leaving?” Disbelief makes my voice raise anoctave.

He chuckles. “You can join me. But when do, it’syourchoice.”

Damnhim.

“Oh, and Brynne,” he says when he’s by the door, not even bothering to wrap himself in the towel. “You will sayplease.”

Chapter 17

Kane

Ilayin bed with my arms behind my head, listening to Brynne pace the floor of her bedroom. Every few minutes, I hear a mutteredcurse.

Stubbornwoman.

The caveman part of me wants to go in there, toss her over my shoulder and drag her to my bed. It’s where she belongs. Where she’ll be eventually. But I want her to choose. To come to me on her own. Only then will I know she’s starting to trustme.

Eventually I see the soft light from the hallway dim, and I blow out abreath.

I’m not sure if I expected her to come to me. But I know one thing, I wasn’t about to take her in the shower, not when I still saw so much uncertainty in hereyes.

My cock aches. Throbs. I haven’t touched anyone but Brynne since last year. Had no desire to. But with her sleeping in the room next to me, my balls are constantly pulled tight against mybody.

Not even jerking offhelps.

But right now, my hand is the only relief I’llget.

I stroke myself, picturing Brynne’s tight little body, the way her nipples pebbled against my tongue, her soft moans that she tried so hard to holdback.

A sound makes me open my eyes - a mix between a gasp and amoan.

Brynne is standing by the door, watching me, eyes hooded. Her tongue darts out across her lips. She doesn’t move, just stands there in her oversized t-shirt, her hard nipples poking out through the thin fabric, letting me know she’s not wearing abra.

Jesus, thiswoman.

It’s not the first time I’ve been caught jerking off, but it’s the first time it’s ever felt…erotic.

I keep stroking myself, my gaze focused on her, not sure what she wants. That’s not exactly true. I know what she wants –me. She just won’t admit it toherself.

“Wouldn’t have taken you for a voyeur, Brynne.” My voice is rough, my balls tight against my body, my cock so fucking engorged I know it would take one lick of that sweet little tongue of hers to make mecome.

“I…” Her gaze never wavers from mycock.

I slow my strokes and grin. “Do you touch yourself,Brynne?”

Her gaze jerks to mine, eyes wide, and even in the dim light I can see the red that creeps into hercheeks.

“When you come, do you think of me the way I think ofyou?”

She gives a small shake of herhead.

Liar.Even now, her thighs press together. And I have no doubt that if I touched her, she’d be wet and ready forme.

“Have you thought about my mouth on your sweet pussy, pretending it’s my tongue and not your fingers as you moan inpleasure?”

Shewhimpers.

“Or do you fantasize about wrapping that sweet mouth around my cock?” The familiar tingling of my shaft warns me that I’m close to spilling myself all over mystomach.

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