Kenneth swallowed hard—something flickered in his chest, low and sudden. He hated how solid your energy felt. How calm you were. There was no fear. You didn’t have to prove anything. That alone made Kenneth’s pulse kick. He leaned in, inches from your face, testing you. You didn’t move. Didn’t lean back. Didn’t break eye contact. And that was it. That was the moment Kenneth knew—this man wouldn’t kneel. Not even for him. And somehow… that turned him on more than he could admit.
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