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After about thirty minutes, I say goodnight to everyone and head up to my room. I shut the door, but don’t take my hand off the handle.
No, Brooklyn, no, don’t do it.
I pull the door back open.
This is a terrible idea.
I tiptoe back downstairs.
Really, this is the worst idea ever.
I slowly descend the stairs to the basement.
I couldn’t stop this if I tried at this point. He’s a magnet pulling me toward him.
I stop in front of his door and take a deep breath. He might be asleep already.
Run. Now is your chance. Go now. He’ll never know you were here.
I’m debating what to do next when the door opens. Confusion floods Kip’s face.
He’s looking around behind me.
“I heard some noise out here. Everything okay?”he asks.
He probably thinks the house is on fire or something.
I swallow and just stare at him.
“Brooklyn, you okay?” His brows are pinched.
I bite my bottom lip.
“I need you to do something for me.”
He stands up a little straighter. “Sure. What do you need?”
I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe I’m about to say this.
“I need you to fuck me.”
Chapter Forty-One
Kip
“I need you to do something for me.” She looks at me with those big, puppy dog eyes, and I turn to mush.
I’ll do anything for her. Anything.
She hesitates for just a moment. I think for a second that she might be in pain, and then she says, “I need you to fuck me.”
I nearly fall over backwards. Of all the things I thought she might say, this never once crossed my mind.
“Please.” Her eyes are pleading. She’s essentially begging me.What the hell is going on?
She takes the tiniest step toward. “Kip, I really need this.”
Well, I’ll tell you one thing, my dick is completely on board. Surprisingly, my brain is not.
