“Evil? I’m not evil. I’m giving you what you want, what you like, what you love. Aren’t I?” Jack further teased, still using his voice at that tone that he now knew she liked. Maybe, once his leg was healed, he would speak this way when they made love? She may like that a lot.
Oh but he already sounded like that when they had made love, Katelynn remembers it quite well as his moans flooded her thoughts, his voice, when strained in wonderful passion it had sent shivers along her skin. She closed her eyes, allowing the memories to wash over her.
“B-But you’re doing it on purpose~” she whined softly, biting her bottom lip.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, arching one of his brows at her. That blush to her cheeks was one he knew. One he knew quite well and he was curious just how much his words were affecting her. If she weren’t standing over there after dancing, oh dear.
Jack Maple 