Bentley
My entire body is wound tight. My mind runs in spirals, stuck on how Hillary reacted to my praise the other night. She can’t actually be into stuff like that, can she? Nothing s****l was even happening, yet she practically convulsed when I called her a good girl.
Urghh.
She’s so damn naughty.
Now I want to push her, tease her, get under her skin every chance I get. I know it’s wrong—she’s my brother’s fiancée, and I have no business uncovering whatever kink she’s hiding.
But I’m getting too relaxed around her. Too fond of her. And it scares me. Nothing scares me, but with her, I lose control. Especially my eyes. Seeing her in that hot pink swimsuit the other night? That altered my brain chemistry.
She’s hotter than I expected underneath clothes.
Okay. Eww. Ben, that’s enoug
