I always knew Braxton was in my head. She proved as much when she dropped to her knees in front of me. I didn’t stop her when she unbuckled my belt and pulled the tab on my jeans free. Before she could unzip me, though, I grabbed her wrists. “You don’t have to do this,” I told her and immediately wished I could take it back. “I’ll stay.” “Well, that’s a relief.” She pulled her hands away. Fuck. I wasn’t sure how I was going to make it through the night. I’d never been this hard. Instead of standing, however, she held my gaze.
