Page 19 of Bastard In A Suit

I slide one finger inside.

Fuck me.

It takes a second for me to find my rhythm but when I do, my body starts to tingle. I feel a surge crest in my pussy and then cry out as a wave of pleasure crashes over me. I buck against the mattress until the sensation slowly fades and press my fingers against my swollen clit.

I’m just drifting off to sleep when a soft knock at my door snaps my awake. I reach under the bed and grab my baseball bat and tip toe to the door, adjusting my shorts and tank to cover exposed skin. Another knock.

“Who is it?”

“Delivery.”

My eyebrows knit together. “From where?” Or maybe more importantly, from who? “Leave it outside the door.”

The man clears his throat. “Uh, I’m afraid I can’t do that. Mr. Kingston insists that you sign for it.”

My pulse spikes. Duke? I hold the bat close to my side and open the door just enough to see into the hall. A young man peers at me from behind a bouquet of pink helium balloons imprinted with ALINEA’s logo. In his other hand, he holds a box of fine Swiss chocolates.

I sign for the delivery, sure my grin is so wide the delivery guy can see every single one of my teeth, and close the door. Leaning against it, I open the small card attached to one of the balloons.

No girl should ever go without dessert.