Chapter 362: Kens eyes narrowed slightly, recalling the way it had bound him.


    Ironically, he had never felt so liberated.


    At moments of deep passion, it had be more than just an essoryit had tied his hands, blindfolded him, even gagged him, pulling him into a breathless surrender.


    He, the one who should have been in control, hadpletely yielded.


    Between them, body and soul, there had been a perfect alignment.


    It was a shift, with dominance slipping into submission.


    All the dark, buried desires in Kens heart had been set free.


    Ill find it, Allison said, heading upstairs.


    She tied her hair into a ponytail, her mind drifting to the oversized shirt she had stored in the second-floor wardrobe.


    It was simplein white and clean.


    She folded it and brought it downstairs, only to hear the shower running.


    Ken was already inside.


    The sound of water soon ceased.


    Just leave it outside, Ken called from behind the door.


    But… I could really use a towel.


    Would you mind? Allison found one draped over a nearby chair and handed it to him through the slightly cracked door.


    Steam billowed out, carrying the warm, moist air with it.


    It reminded her of the rain from the night beforesteady, consuming, unrelenting.


    Here, she said, their fingers brushing as she passed the towel to him.


    Their eyes met, and for a brief moment, they stood there, bathed in the soft light.


    It wasnt just the physicality of the moment that struck herthough Ken, with his ck hair wet and clinging to his forehead, certainly cut a striking figure.


    No, it was something deeperhis dark eyes, gleaming like an abyss, pulling her in, making her feel… something.


    Ken smirked faintly, his voice low.


    Are you satisfied? Allison merely tilted her head, giving him a sideways nce.


    Yes.


    Shouldve tipped more the first time.


    Ken was momentarily speechless.


    He vividly recalled their first night together.


    Not only had Allison left after they slept together, but shed also left a tip along with a snarky note criticizing his performance.


    Truly audacious.


    Now, watching her smile as she disappeared behind the bathroom door, Ken realized she was teasing him again.


    And once more, he found himself on the losing end of their little game.


    Allison, however, seemed entirely unfazed by the memory.


    In fact, she felt like the distance between them had lessened somehow.


    Momentster, she was leaning against the table, scrolling through her phone when Ken emerged from the bathroom, a loose towel slung low around his waist.


    Ive calcted the time for tomorrows trip to Athton, he said.


    You can head out around 8, and well meet up at 10.


    Allison nced up from her phone and responded, Okay, and Emanuel messaged me.


    He wants to know what wed like to eat tomorrow.


    Says hes buying ingredients in advance.


    Ken wasnt picky.


    Ill eat anything.


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