Kayla
"Leave," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. "I want to change."
"I want to watch," he countered.
I let out a short, nervous laugh, waiting for the punchline. But his face didn't move. That confident smirk stayed exactly where it was. My heart skipped a beat. "You’re not joking, are you?"
"I’m not," he said.
Something reckless took over me. I let my dress slip, the fabric pooling at my feet. I didn't stay to talk. I turned and walked toward the bathroom, making sure to put a little extra sway in my hips. I knew he was watching. I could feel his eyes on my ass, which was barely covered by my lace underwear.
I glanced back once. He was staring like I was the only meal he’d seen in years. My eyes dropped, catching the heavy bulge in his pants. A sharp throb pulsed between my l
