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Ryan

This was a long week. I think I need something to take my mind off it.

Me

Like what?

Ryan

Well, for starters, are you home?

Heat travels to my core, moisture pooling in my mouth. What the hell does he have planned?

Me

Yes.

Ryan

Perfect.

I need you to take that box I brought you two days ago.

My pulse in my throat, I jump off the bed and open a drawer of my dresser, one that became my designated sex toy drawer. The seal is broken because I wanted to check the toy out, but I haven’t tried it, as if I expected him to have a plan for it.

Ryan

Found it?

Me

Yes.

Ryan

Good girl.

A warmth floods my belly, his words working their magic. Just as I extract the C-shaped toy, it starts buzzing, eliciting a gasp out of me.

Ryan

This is a special toy for a special girl.

I can operate it from my phone.

My heart thuds loudly inside my ribcage as I await his next instruction.

Ryan

Lie on the bed, Paige.

The toy stops buzzing. I do what he says, rushing to draw my curtains and get in bed. Just as I lie down, my ringtone sounds out.

“Shit,” I murmur, practically flinging the phone from the bed. It’s him. I take a deep breath before answering, “Yes?”

“I grew too impatient not knowing what’s going on. Did you listen to me, Paige? Are you in bed?” His low, gravelly tone sends tingles through my body.

“Yes.” My voice is a breathy whisper.