Chapter 9: Smitten
“Brayden has me exactly where he wants me,” I said to Ging, who had decided to make an appearance at my bungalow the following morning, checking on me.
“You’re playing hard to get,” he said, enjoying a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. “Nick and I both agree that we would have bedded him by now because he’s top-notch hot.”
I shook my head across from him at the kitchen table and said, “I don’t play that way and you both know it.”
He laughed like a mischievous boy, nodded, and said, “Maybe you should start to play that way. Brayden is amazing to look at and he’s a nice man. I demand that you stop dragging this out and start playing with his cock.”
I contemplated his demand for a few seconds and eventually said, “He has a secret.”
“Most men do. Nick likes kink.
