-Molly's POV-
Scott walked me to my bedroom door with an arm around my shoulders. I had been biting my tongue for a while, not sure if I should say what was going through my mind.
While we were at the club, we had walked to every active scene that had been playing out on the club floor. Every time we stopped to watch, Scott would put his arm around my waist and turn the toy up. As soon as I sagged against him, Scott would start whispering in my ears, adding to the sensuality of the moment.
"Do you like what you see?" he had asked.
Once I told him yes or no, he would get more specific with his questions. Scott would ask whether or not I liked what they were doing, what they were using, or even how they were talking.
I asked him once why he was asking so many questions.
