Page 72 of Puck Me Back to Life

“It isn't.”

I glance around. Everything is exactly where it's supposed to be. Which proves nothing.

Kai drops his jacket over the back of a chair. His eyes continue wandering around the condo. A laugh escapes him. “Oh my God. You're one of those people.”

“What people?”

“The people who apologize for a mess so everyone compliments their house.”

I stare.

Kai smiles.

The little shit.

I shake my head, then pull my shirt over my head and toss it toward the couch.

Kai immediately forgets what he was saying. The reaction is satisfying. His eyes snap upward the second he realizes I've caught him looking.

I point down the hallway. “First door on the right.”

His eyebrows lift. “Really?”

“Now.”

“Yes, sir.” Then immediately heads down the hallway.

The speed at which he obeys is genuinely impressive. I watch him disappear around the corner. Shaking my head, smiling despite myself I follow.

He looks around my room. Simple. Modern. Exposed wood in all the right places, no pun intended.

My hands find his hips, pulling his back to my chest. A little gasp escapes his mouth that makes me almost ravenous.

“What am I going to do with you?” I mumble into his neck.

His hands are clasped tightly in front of him like he doesn't know what to do. Even though he was the one to invite himself into my house. Ironic.

“What happened to the man begging me to take him home?” I bite at his earlobe, the little silver hoop taunting me. “Shy?”

Kai doesn't answer, he just trembles in my hands.

“Answer me.”

“Ever heard of liquid courage, sir?” A touch of sass tinges his tone.

My hand wraps around his throat, constricting his airway just enough to know my intentions. “You gonna be a brat tonight, Hayes?”

He melts against my body, my arm wrapping around his waist. He shakes his head no. I release him.

Kai gasps, bending over the bed to catch his breath.

My hands wrap around him to undo his pants. “Stay just like that.”

I pull down his pants and underwear helping him step out of them. His dick is half hard. Either from the rough comments or choking. I want to reward him for responding to me so well, but I can't just reward him for turning me on. He has to earn it.

I open the bottom drawer of my dresser where I keep some of my toys, picking out the few things I want to use. When I walk back to Kai, he still hasn't moved from his spot. Only the arch of his back and full length of his cock tell me that this has been slightly torturous for him.

I grab his ass with my free hand. “You want me that bad?”