Page 137 of Sour Notes

“You know, if you want to put on a little show that’ll leave that douche crying with a noise complaint, there is something you can do.”

I swallow before shooting him a quizzical glance, not trusting a word to tumble out of my mouth.

We know how that can go.

His grin turns devilish, and his tone lowers as he brings his lips right up to my ear.

“Don’t you have all those toys to review? How about we put our free day to good use and do a little work? I’m happy to direct and take notes for you to refer back to for your article. If those things are as good as you seem to think they are, they’ll hear you screaming in the damn restaurant.”

* * *

Oh my god. Am I actually considering this?

She says while laying out a selection of toys on the bed.

Don’t judge me. I have to review them for work. Admittedly, I wasn’t planning on putting on a show for my Wolff while I was working… but it’s not a bad plan, right? If he takes notes, then I’m not having to constantly rip myself out of the moment to write my own while I rate each one.

And I trust him.

I fucked him on the beach for fuck’s sake. Is this really that much worse?

Okay, maybe it’s a little worse, but, if I’m totally honest, the urge to scream so loud it rips through the wall and drills the visual of Swayze fucking me through the stratosphere into the toad’s brain, well, I’m not mad at it.

How’s that for boring in bed?

Awareness prickles my skin when Swayze walks into the bedroom, gaze locked on me, holding a stack of Post-it notes, a pen, and a chair he proceeds to straddle shirtless. I can’t help the little squeak that bursts out of me at the move.

“I hope you’re gonna scream louder than that, Angel.” He chuckles as I turn to adjust the vibrators on the bed again.

At this point, I’ve lined them up by height, then color, then height again.

Detecting my nerves, he stands up, approaching me from behind to glide his hands up and down my arms.

“Hey, relax, Mia. If you’re not comfortable doing this, we don’t have to do it. Or I can go and leave you alone if you’d rather. This is all you, babe, you have all the control here.”

His warm touch and low words help release some of the nervous tension in my shoulders.

I don’t want him to go anywhere. I need him here with me.

“No, don’t go.”

He kisses my shoulder, his hands squeezing once before falling away.

“I’m right here Mia. I’ve got you.”

Sensing him back away, I slowly unclip my bikini top, letting it fall to the floor.

Butterflies are totally running riot now, nerves taking hold, and my hands tremble as they approach my bikini bottoms.

Last chance to stop this.

I can sense him watching.

I’m hyperaware of everything. The way my skin tingles, the nerves and excitement bubbling inside me, the subtle breeze from the pool caressing my bare nipples, tightening them into little points.

Closing my fingers around the fabric, I tug, bending to pull my bikini down.

Swayze sucks in a breath but doesn’t say a word.