Chapter Twenty-Seven - Two Much Information

Kane’s POV

I could tell from Amy’s reaction to my overtures in the elevator how very aroused she was and I was in no mood to let this opportunity pass me by. When the doors opened I was still clutching her boobs, while her token struggles led an elderly human to ask if she wanted her to call the cops.

Releasing her at once and putting my hands in the air, I saw the naughty smile on her lips. No, she wouldn’t, would she?

“My husband’s way too keen to start our honeymoon,” Amy told the sharp-faced old biddy, who tutted. She actually tutted.

“Young people nowadays. No shame,” she said, reminding me of my grandmother.

This wouldn’t do; my erection was diminishing by the second.

Once we were in our bedroom I pinned her up against the wall beside the door and parted her legs with my knee.

“Details,” I hissed.

“It was just the once,” she lied, enraging me. “I used a vibrator in the toilets at high school, but I didn’t know what I was doing.”

“And the second time?”

“Why won’t you believe me,