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“Oh,” I breathe out.

The sensations start right away, but they’re not uncomfortable. No, the tongue is working magic on my poor, neglected clit, while the circle around it creates mind-blowing suction. My eyes close, the feeling overwhelming. My mind drifts on its own, imagining Ryan taking his shirt off. Ryan in his delivery uniform. I try to push those thoughts away, but it only makes them more intense. Even the sheets now smell like him. He’s between my legs, his purple tongue flicking quickly over my clit.

A whimper escapes me as my pussy clenches over nothing, my body racing toward an orgasm.

As if my thoughts conjured him, a doorknob clicks, and Ryan appears in the doorway, his blue eyes wide with shock.

My hand freezes, the toy still buzzing and the little tongue sending zings of electricity through my clit. It feels like an eternity before I finally snap out of it, dropping the vibrator and pulling the sheet up to my neck.

“What the hell are you doing?” My voice is laced with panic.

“Me?” He points a finger at his chest. Black overtakes his eyes, as they frantically move from where the toy buzzed just a second ago and back to my face. “I needed something from my room. I think the better question would be what are you doing here?” He lifts a single eyebrow, the gravel of his voice traveling to where the battery-operated toy was mere seconds ago.

“Your room?” His words don’t make any sense. Besides, how did he get in? Haven’t I locked the door?

“Yes, Paige. My room.” He opens a drawer of the dresser and instead of the random clothes I put into it just fifteen minutes ago, he extracts a pair of black boxers. “This is my underwear.” He drops the boxers back into the drawer. From inside the nightstand drawer, he lifts a book, the one he was reading on the plane. “This is my book. He places both of his hands on his hips, a smug look on his face. “And this is my room.”

Like I’m seeing it for the first time, I look around with wide eyes, my heart hammering in my chest. “Your room…”

“Look, if you want it, you can just ask for it. No need for the act.” The corner of his lips lifts into a smirk.

My stomach in knots, my skin breaking out in hives, I let out a shaky breath. “I think I’m in the wrong room.”

This time, he crosses his arms in front of his chest. “Seriously, Paige. I don’t think that toy is as good as the real thing. But we can try to help you decide.”

With a growl, I throw a pillow at his face. It connects to his shoulder, making him chuckle. I grab the sheet, keeping it tight around my body, and scatter off to the hallway, indignation coursing through me.

“That’s my sheet, Paige,” he calls out just as my hand reaches the doorknob.

I lower the lever, and nothing happens. “Of course, it’s locked,” I mutter under my breath.

“What’s that?” Ryan asks, his smirk in place as I crab-walk to the bathroom until I finally, finally enter the sanctity of my room.

I lock the door behind me and, like in slow-motion, slide down to the floor. The sheet pools around me, the cursed sex toy hidden somewhere underneath,

How is this possible?

Looking at the room in front of me, they’re pretty much identical. The housekeeper made sure everything was nice and neat, so there were no personal items to give me a hint. I was so distracted by my task that I completely zoned out and exited the bathroom to my left—which is where my bedroom is at home. I locked this door and pulled the curtains in his room.

And now, he caught me masturbating. No, he actually caught me on the brink of an orgasm while a silicone toy was doing cunnilingus on me and my mind was imagining him in its place.

This has got to be rock bottom.

A groan escapes my clogged throat. I should be mortified. Well, my ears are burning, my chest still heaves, and my lips are chewed through. But there’s a feeling stronger than that pulsing inside of me. Lust.

There was a split second when Ryan walked in where my desire-drunk mind conjured a scene where he joined in on the action. Pushed the toy away and showed me how a real man does it. That little silicone tongue was amazing, but somehow, I know he’d be better.

My clit still pulses with need, desperate for someone or something to finish the job. It has a mind of its own, leading me up from the floor and down onto the bed. I don’t risk another incident with the vibrator. Instead, I get under the covers and slip my fingers down my body. My pussy is drenched.

My hand works quick circles around my clit, my abs clenching. Not asking for my consent, my mind brings back the scenario in which Ryan replaced the toy between my legs. His light gray eyes are dark with lust as his beard tickles my inner thighs, his tongue sending me to heaven and back. It only takes me a minute before I’m whimpering out my orgasm.

As I come down from my high, embarrassment heats my belly but unlike before, it’s not fully uncomfortable.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Ryan

My head has been in a weird place the whole day. The headache, while present, isn’t as bad as it sometimes is, but my thoughts are jumbled, my mind fuzzy. Each thought I try to form somehow leads to me coming to the villa after my run and finding Paige masturbating in my bed. It’s a vision I doubt will ever leave me.