But she might be onto something because wearing this and climbing up my loft ladder to reread my favorite erotic romance novel in bed feels exactly like the kind of “self-care” I need tonight.
It’s a little odd reading this book after meeting the author last weekend, but I love this story too much to let that ruin my favorite dirty book.
The two characters are currently at a sex club, and the alpha hero is forcing his new submissive to watch two couples having sex.
“Does my little slut like that?” His voice growls into her ear as his hand reaches across her chest and dances up to her throat. “Does my little precious whore like to watch a woman get fucked in the mouth by a big cock until she chokes?” His grip tightens around her neck, and he growls into her ear. “Answer me, bitch.”
“Yes!” she garbles out, his hand tightening more around her delicate neck, causing black spots to form in her vision. She sags in his arms, and he loosens his grip, allowing her to gasp for breath.
In a flash, he turns her around, his hand back on her neck as he backs her up to a wall and tears off her top with his free hand.
I flick the button on my battery-operated device, the low hum causing my thighs to rub together in anticipation as I slip it under the covers. I press the vibration to my center and feel overwhelmed at how close I am to climaxing already.
Jesus, I’m keyed up tonight.
My tight bundle of nerves throbs so much that I can barely read the words in my book. My eyes shift to the white shiplap ceiling flashing bright in the lightning. Rain pounds hard onto my tiny house as my pelvis thrusts greedily upward.
A loud crack of thunder shakes my entire house, and I distractedly notice that my lamp downstairs kicked off and the air conditioner hum is no longer present. The power must have gone out. My vibrator is still alive and well, though.
God bless batteries.
I close my eyes and attempt to put myself back in my story. I know the entire thing by heart. I don’t need to read the pages to recall the delicious dirty things the hero says to the heroine.
But my traitorous mind has other ideas.
Namely…Max…in his shower.
That clear glass shower with glossy charcoal tile that I tried not to stare at when I walked into his bathroom tonight. Never mind the moment I had walking into his bedroom when I paused by his bed and inhaled his masculine scent. I have no idea what cologne he wears, but his room is completely drenched in it. Before I entered the bathroom, I debated lying on his bed and rolling my body all over just so I could take home a hint of that intoxicating aroma he carries with him everywhere he goes. It’s a heady mix of smoky woods with an exotic scent that I can’t even begin to place. It gives total mafia boss vibes, and my body reacts damn near carnally to it.
Or maybe it was that smoldering look in Max’s eyes when I finished doing Everly’s hair. It reminded me of the look I saw when we were zip-lining, but I was close enough to confirm this one. Max was staring at my ass. Without a doubt and without any ounce of shame. And when his eyes caught mine in the mirror, and he said “beautiful,” he wasn’t talking about Everly’s hair.
I nearly came on the spot.
Okay, that’s not true. There was a child in the room, and I’m not a complete pervert!
But my stomach was doing cartwheels for sure. I can still feel my pulse racing in my veins, thinking about how I noticed him letting that CEO guard down for a moment. With one expression, he confirmed that the chemistry I’ve been feeling between us for the past fourteen days hasn’t all been in my head.
If only he’d have asked me to stay with him tonight. A shock runs through me as my thighs clench around my vibrator at the thought.
I imagine him grabbing me by that hand and walking me into his shower, stripping off my clothes as he explores my curves. The image of that causes me to gasp, feeling myself grow wetter as my nipples tighten beneath the taut fabric.
With my opposite hand, I caress my stomach, imagining they’re his masculine fingers working their way up my chest. I shudder against the vibrations between my legs as my breath quickens, feeling my orgasm just on the crest.
My own fingers wrap lightly around my throat as I imagine Max whispering every dirty word to me the character in my book whispered.
Lifting my hips, I chase the orgasm that’s right there…that’s almost…
A loud bang on my door just as I was about to reach the precipice has me screaming. Full-on blood-curdling scream.
“Cassandra, what is it?” Max’s voice booms as he bursts through my unlocked door with a flashlight in hand. He shoots the stray light beam all over my tiny house, seeking out the cause of my apparent stress.