What?
Dad walks towards me.
“The food is in the kitchen,” he says quietly.
The look he shoots my way speaks a thousand words.
Tell her.
“’Bye, Jax. ’Bye, Kat.”
He makes the fastest exit I’ve ever seen.
Kat is watching me closely.
The front door closes.
We both remain silent until Dad’s car fires up and the sound of his engine disappears.
Kat closes the fallboard gently before swivelling on the bench.
“I didn’t know your dad played?” Kat asks.
“No,” I say, moving towards her, unable to stop myself.
It’s like she’s pulling me into her orbit.
I stalk towards her.
She stays stock still, her pupils dilating as I approach.
She shifts slightly, making my cock harden.
I want her… no, I need her with every ounce of my being.
I drop to my knees in front of her.
“Why is there a Steinway in your house?” she asks breathlessly.
“Why do you think?” I challenge, my eyes never leaving hers.
She inhales a shuddering breath.
“I…”
“Lost for words, princess?”
I spin her on the bench until her back is against the piano. I lock my gaze on hers, taking her hands and placing them behind her on the fallboard.
“Don’t move.”
Kat opens her mouth, but I place a finger against her lips.
My hands move to her ankles, sliding up the smooth skin of her legs. They disappear beneath her dress, pushing the material aside.
Kat inhales sharply.
“I was going to feed you first,” I admit. A tiny glimmer of guilt hits me in the stomach. “But, seeing you here, listening to you play. I’ve imagined it so many times.”
