“I have a problem with you shaking your ass on differentniggasin the club, Kannon. You don’t belong to me, but the world doesn’t know that. You can’t be in the club and on my arm. You’re going to get somebody put on a fucking shirt.”
“Someone sounds jealous.”
“It’s about your safety. If something happens to you, I have to answer for that.”
A rush of air pushed through her upturned nose. “Every time we’re together, we bicker. Go with the flow, and stop trying tocontrol the rhythm.” She pinned me with her cognac-colored eyes. “Are you sure you want to continue with this ruse? We’ve only been out once?—”
“It’s too late for that.”
Thanks to Kannon’s influence, I drank more than I normally would’ve outside of a family function. Every time we relaxed, someone approached us with a drink, wanting to be introduced to the new face amongst the tight-knit group. Even when faded, Kannon stayed pleasant and social, which was a big difference from how I acted at these types of parties. I was proud to have her on my arm. So proud, I let her guide me to a photobooth at two in the morning.
“Come on. Don’t be like that,” Kannon whined.
I tugged on her chin so she was looking up at me. “What I tell you about that whining shit?”
“Then give me what I want!”
This time, I followed her lead when she dragged me into the photobooth. There was a large bench inside, and the area was spacious.
“All right. Four poses. Five seconds apart.”
The machine went off faster than we could prepare, but before the second flash could go off, Kannon sat on my lap, faced the camera, and positioned my hand around her neck. For the third, I threw up a sign my cousins and I made up when we were kids, while Kannon closed her eyes and puckered her lips. Our photoshoot ended with my date hiking up her dress and straddling my lap. My hands moved to her ass as she looked over her shoulder and stared at the lens with piercing eyes that infatuated me. Even once we had no more pictures to take, I made her stay seated. Our eyes settled on one another, and the sensation of her hands playing in my facial hair birthed butterflies in my gut.
“Where are your panties?”
“At home. Panty lines have no business in this dress.”
I groaned and gripped her ass. “I don’t like that.”
“You don’t like a lot of things.”
My head slanted to the side as I inspected her soft features. “That’s not true. I like?—”
The sound of someone tapping on the booth cut off my declaration, but we still didn’t rush to exit.
“Are you going home with me, Kitty?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
After Kannon admired the photos we took, we said our goodbyes, then headed toward the front of the massive library. I knew it was best to take Kannon home, but I had no plans to sleep without the woman that impressed me all night. The second she entered the equation, the social butterfly had the Delano family eating out of her palm, and despite my father’s reservations, I could tell she impressed him.
“What’s wrong, Kitty?” I asked when I noticed Kannon’s hand slipping out of my grasp.
“My feet are killing me. Carry me?”
“Big baby,” I muttered, then I crouched down so it would be easier for her to climb on my back.
As soon as she was comfortable, Kannon nibbled on the space right behind my ear. My body trembled, sending a cool sensation down my spine.
“Cut that shit out before I drop you. Are you trying to make my dick hard in front of all these people?”
“No, silly. Affection doesn’t always have to lead to sex.”
“If you come home with me, it does. Are you sure you still want to come?”
I felt Kannon’s body tense against mine. “I suppose, Mr. Sinner.”
Chapter 7
