Chapter 31
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Kayla has no idea how many things I have to refrain from.
An hour after dropping off my disobedient little sis, I find myself harder than my car’s throttle, “white-knuckled sobriety” taking on a whole different meaning as I grip the gearshift of my black car, c**k practically throbbing, my head trying to wrap itself around what I need to do at the moment and what I so badly want to do after dispensing of the only issue that is keeping me from running back to Elsie.
And I can’t wait.
Sixty minutes post-my police station drop-by, I leave Kayla on the corner of the swanky St. Regis hotel…at her request. My sister doesn’t exactly want to stay in what she calls my “s*x-sanctuary.”
Go figure.
I wanted to tell her, moments before she stepped out of my car, that the only wo
