Alexander’s jaw tightened. His eyes narrowed as they flicked back and forth between hers. He watched her, waiting, but she was stubborn and wouldn’t back down.
Eventually, he said, “I think that’s what you want.” He grabbed her hand and curled it around his cock. Kelsey gasped as the heat of his hard length pressed against her palm, sending a skitter of excitement up her arm. He pumped her hand on his shaft once, then twice, holding her gaze and watching the way she fought not to show him how touching himtheremade her body come alive.
But she failed. Miserably.
Because Alexander smirked, released his grip on her hand, then stepped out of her grasp. He turned away from her and walked to the bed, leaving Kelsey with her hand hovering out in front of her.
He was right; shedidwant him.
Now he’d really seen just how much, and he’d stolen the ball from her team, dunked it, then ran around the court while the fans cheered.
What an asshole.