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The pleasure builds, taking me to the place of total abandon where I lose my mind every time I climax. It’s so, so good—
My eyes blink open at the sound of vibrations—and not the ones beneath my sheets. New ones. On the nightstand, my phone is glowing with text notifications.
New message from Gus Winter
I’ll never, ever admit that my stomach flips with excitement when I see his name. In fact, I’ve never unlocked my phone faster in my life. There are three messages from Gus:
Gus: Julia.
Gus: Are you touching yourself?
Gus: In my bed?
Like a sixth sense for pleasure, the man knows I’m getting myself off in his home—without him.
Me: Can’t text now. Hands busy.
After I send the message, I crank up the vibration again—and I let out a moan for good measure.
Suddenly, I cry out with surprise when the door to my bedroom swings open. Gus bursts into the room, fury coating every inch of his face. We make eye contact across the room, and he bounds towards me.
“What the fuck is that?” he questions stonily, gesturing over me.
A lot of people would cower when confronted with a man like Gus and the ferocity on his face. I, on the other hand, don’t miss a beat. I continue to run the toy over my clit, groaning softly and staring at him.
“You brought a vibrator to my house?” he presses, gripping the end of the bed frame. “As if you’d need to turn anywhere else but to me for pleasure?”
The indignation riles me in indescribable ways. Smugly, I pull the toy away from my clit and—still vibrating—place it between my lips. When I suck on the silicone tip, I can taste myself. With a flourish, I stick out my tongue and lick it like a lollipop—eyes never leaving Gus’s face.
His mood shifts immediately. His grip on the bed frame remains tense, but his anger is quickly melting into desire. “Answer my fucking question, Julia.”
“Yes, August,” I coo—milking this shit. I return the toy to its spot under the sheets. “I did bring a vibrator to your house.”
His eyes narrow. “What for?”
“Figured you’d either disappoint me or leave me high and dry. Looks like I was right. Mm…” I groan and tilt my hips upwards, pressing myself hard against the toy.
“Off,” he orders.
“No.”
“Off.”
“No.”
“Turn it off.”
“Fuck no,” I snap before I tug down the sheet so he can see my bare breasts.
His nostrils flare, and I’m not sure if his reaction is from desire or frustration that someone—for once—refuses to listen to him.
Then he takes a fistful of sheets and suddenly yanks it down, exposing my naked body in its entirety.
I don’t try to cover myself. I luxuriate instead, raising my free arm above my head to show off for him. His blue eyes lock on the long line of my body, following it from my face all the way to my feet.
Behind his fake-angry glare, he looks so fucking pleased.
“Fine then,” he grits before he takes a seat at the end of the bed. “You can do whatever you want.”
