Chapter 0211


    “What!” | shriek, shocked, a noise that makes Kentugh.


    “Kent!” | hiss in a whisper, remembering that this is apparently a secret and that | should be quiet, “put me down! | need my


    pants!”


    “No, you don’t,” he replies,ughing a little with derision as he climbs. “Those ugly shorts — where did you get those anyway?”


    “They''refortable!” | protest.


    Kent shocks me then by delivering a punishing little smack on my ass, making me yelp. Heughs again and | can feel his head


    moving against my hip, shaking from side to side in frustration. “All the resources in the world,” he mutters, “and you order


    polyester pajamas — honestly Fay —*All rights ? N?velDrama.Org.


    “They''re cute!” | retort, shocked and a little offended as he continues to carry me up the steps slung over his shoulder like a sack


    of potatoes.


    “They''re horrible,” he mutters, pushing open a door and passing through it. As Kent turns to close the door behind him, | look


    around and am mildly surprised to see that we''re in his bedroom. “I’m going to put those clothes in the incinerator first thing in


    the morning,” Kent informs me, pulling me off his shoulder and lowering me down to my ce in his bed.


    “Rude,” | retort,ying back against Kent’s pillows and narrowing my eyes at him. A little smile grows on my face when | see him


    pause, looking over my naked body. “If you burn my clothes, what will | wear?”


    “Nothing,” he drawls, sliding his hands into his pockets and looking hungrily down at me. “Ever again, if | have anything to say


    about it.”


    Iugh, then, and am pleased when | see him smile. “I''ll get cold,” | protest, giving a little pout.


    “We''ll wrap you up,” he retorts, bending down to pull back theforter and sheets and tuck me into them, his hands lingering


    unnecessarily long on my ass as he does. Then, that done, Kent picks a book up from the nightstand — my nightstand,


    apparently, and a book | didn’t ce there — and tosses it to me to keep me upied while he turns and heads to the closet.


    As Kent pulls the closet door open and disappears inside, | cock my head, considering...does Kent Lippert have pajamas?


    What do they look like?


    Biting my lip in anticipation of finding out, | look down at the book, a well-loved hardcover with a gilt title that reads Control and


    Maniption. | flip it open, wondering if Kent just tossed me the first book he found to keep me upied, or if he picked this for


    me...


    | look up, distracted, when Kentes out of the closet again wearing nothing but his underwear. | can’t help the way my eyes


    follow him as he crosses the room, as | admire his well-muscled form, his eight-pack abs, his strong legs and his round ass.


    I''m still watching him, unable to tear my eyes away, as he moves to his side of the bed, picking up his rm clock. “Kent?” | ask


    quietly.


    “Hmm?” he replies, only paying half attention to me as he sets his rm.