Benjamin leaned back in his chair, a sinister smile curling on his lips as the girl's footsteps behind him approached. Hearing others speak was such a pain to him, especially females.
He only appreciated them moaning while he did the deed but right now, her voice brought him bliss, bliss that's definitely still connected to Tommy.
Tommy, who had hidden beneath the table, had his heart pounding so loud that he was sure Benjamin could hear it from up there.
Benjamin skillfully leaned down like he was going to pick something from down the ground but only let his hand slip beneath the table. His fingers grazed Tommy's leg with a touch that was far too gentle for the wicked intent behind it.
In a hushed tone, he asked. "What's the problem, Tommy?" Benjamin's voice was a low, taunting whisper, laced with a dark promise. Only the table could hear him, aside from Tommy. "You scared?"
