Chapter 139: Matt

The sound of Jewel's laughter made Matt's cock stand at attention and press uncomfortably against the zipper of his jeans.

Stephon would love her.

The thought made him realize that this relationship wouldn't work. Women at the BDSM clubs knew what to expect with a menage scene. This lovely babe would run the other direction if he even asked her on a threesome date. She turned bright red every time he even looked at her body. She was just about as vanilla as they came, but the thoughts of not seeing her again caused an unexplained queasiness in the pit of his stomach.

"Are you okay?" Her laughter died away.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He knew he didn't sound fine.

A buzzer sounded from the back.

He watched her hips sway across the room as she entered the kitchen. Lord, she was perfect. He'd love to see her decked out in a skintight leather corset with black thigh highs. Silver four-inch heels would set off her gorgeous legs.

Not going to happen.

But Matt decided to dream a little for the rest of