Page 26 of Tiebreaker

The driver gets out and opens the door for me.

Just like that.

It must be so nice to be Kai Brooks, where everything you want is delivered to you.

You just have to lift a finger, and a car is right there to drive you.

You just have to raise your eyebrow and your assistant arranges for a fuck toy to be left in your green room.

But I've got no fight in me to tell him the truth now.

The showdown with Mariah has shaken me and it's all I can do to get inside an wedge myself against the far door, hoping that nothing happens between us.

Which is weird because his presence feels electric to me.

It feels like he's pressed up against me, even if he's a foot away.

He looks at his phone, thumb scrolling along the screen. Nonchalant. Like this is no big deal.

“So, this dinner, what are you going to wear…” he trails off, and his eyes drag down my legs. I inhale and my thighs press together, trying to deny the fire inside of me any oxygen.

A faint smirk plays across his lips.

“I don't know,” I say, “I’ve never been to a event like I'm sure he's taking me to. I don't even know why he's taking me.” Kai’s blue eyes slide up my body to meet mine. They hold me, trapped in his intense gaze. His smile twists into another smirk, cocky as fuck.

“Well it's obvious. You're the one percent-er. If he gets you in his back pocket he can overrule me and Vince.” He shakes his head. “It's not working, is it? His stupid little plan?” He asks.

I cough in surprise, and clear my throat.

“Not really since he’s basically called me a slut and been a jerk since I got here.” I shrug. “He didn't even sayplease.”

Kai wets his lips with his tongue. I have to look away. That just makes me think…things.

“I would,” he murmurs.

I glance over at him.

“What?”

“I’d say please,” he says, again barely above a whisper and it shocks me right to my core.

His eyes are intense as they gaze into mine and his fingers drag over the leather of the seat, brushing the back of my hand.

Instantly, the fire roars to life inside of me.

My body remembering what it was like to have him touch me. Finger fuck me, make me come on his cock and hands.

I let out a breath.

He leans over. I realize he isn't even wearing a seatbelt.

I am. I'm pinned in place. Again, just like I was against the door of the green room.

He kisses me, mouth rough, teeth dragging over my lower lip.

I want to tell him to stop but I just moan instead.

And in less than 10 seconds he's got a hand between my legs, rubbing up against the seam of my jeans.

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