Jessica's POV
He found me in the laundry room on a Thursday afternoon.
I was folding towels when the door shut behind me. Kane crossed the small space in three strides, spun me around, and pinned my hips to the warm dryer with his body.
“Have you been touching yourself thinking about me?” he asked, voice low against my ear.
My pulse jumped. The laundry room was at the back of the house. Quiet. Private enough if no one came looking.
“Kane…”
“Answer.”
I swallowed.
“Yes.”
His hand slid under my shirt, palm flat on my stomach, then higher until he cupped my breast through the thin bra. His thumb dragged over the n****e until it hardened.
“Good,” he said. “Because I’ve been hard since I left your room the other night. Every time I close my eyes I hear the sounds you made.”
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