Page 125 of His Reckoning

“That’s funny,” she says. “Because I was thinking the same thing.”

For a moment, neither of us moves. The silence stretches sharp between us.

Then Kayla shifts, slowly lowering herself down in front of the couch. The movement is deliberate, controlled.

Every instinct in me locks tight instantly. “Kayla …”

But she ignores the warning in my voice. Her eyes stay locked on mine as her hands move toward the front of my belt.

The confidence in her expression falters for just a second—a tiny flicker of hesitation, but it disappears almost immediately.

Replaced by determination.

“You wanted data,” she says quietly.

Her fingers pause at the buckle, and then she looks up at me again. “Let’s see what happens when the variables change.”

My jaw tightens. Suddenly, the experiment isn’t feeling nearly as controlled as it did five minutes ago, and Kayla looks entirely too pleased about that.

She unzips my pants, and my dick already stiffens with even the slightest possibility that this beauty before me might play with him.

I should say no and put a stop to this.

She really thinks she can flip this dynamic on me. She still thinks I’m going to let her take control here.

I’m always the one who holds the cards.

But instead of placing my hand on hers and stopping her, I find myself lifting my ass off the couch enough for her to yank on my pants and boxer briefs.

My cock springs free the second she pulls my briefs down, revealing its thick vein running down the center. A bit of pre-cum is already dripping out of my tip.

I can’t help it. At this point, she could probably make me hard with a single look.

That’s how I know this is a bad idea.

Her movement falters for a moment when she sees my dick standing tall. She tries to hide it and continues the descent, but I caught it.

The brief surprise on her face nearly destroys my self-control. Too bad she started this because now I fully intend to see this through.

I tilt my head slightly, watching her. “You wanted to change the variables,” I say quietly. “Go ahead, Kayla. Let’s see what you can do.”

She looks up at me, eyes flashing with determination.

I almost laugh.

If she thinks this experiment is about to get out of my control … she’s about to be very disappointed.

“You’re not the only one who knows how to run an experiment, Sawyer.”

Confidence radiates off her which would be adorable if it wasn’t turning me on so much. Her hand wraps around my cock, and my brain short-circuits. Her grip is tight as she gives it a tug.

More pre-cum drips out.

She just smiles at me. “Looks like you already like it, Mr. Maccini.”

Motherfucker.

Her talking to me like that is such a damn turn-on … and she knows it.