Jesse
Two Weeks Later
I swear she’s been put here to torture me. I have a strong will, but Kylie? She tests it. Pushes it. Has me wanting to break all the rules and take what I want—her.
The worst part? She isn’t even trying.
Sitting across from her, I toss back my drink, trying to staunch the fire burning in my stomach and appease my hard c**k, which is begging me to throw this board game from the table and f**k her across it instead. Xavier is clueless. He was out about an hour ago, got bored, and sat outside, drinking while on his phone.
It’s just her and me.
Then she starts playing dirty. I could concede, give in, and walk away, keep things cool, but in the face of her mischievous, knowing, bratty smirk, I find myself going all-in.
Her bare foot catches on my leg under the table
