Page 29 of Promise Kept

“Ellis,” I purr as my hips jump.

I cry out his name again.

Heat rushes throughout my body.

The idea of him…

Tempting and taboo and all that.

I sigh and groan at the same time as the orgasm collapses into my body.

It’s definitely not the same as being with a guy but it does the trick.

I stay right there in place for more than a few seconds.

The little purple vibrator buzzing away until I finally press the button to shut it off.

Then there’s silence other than my breaths.

I look down at myself.

My hand down my pants.

My feet up on the table.

My heart gently slowing from its racing state of orgasmic enjoyment.

I groan with delight.

I slide my hand out of my pants and toss my little purple friend to the table.

I give it a salute.

It’s a decent orgasm.

And there’s no talking, cuddling or awkward stuff after.

That sort of offsets the touch of a real man.

Then again, when was the last time I was with a real man?

The last guy I dated?

I snort with laughter and reach for my coffee.

I take a sip and it’s too cool.

I’m not a cold or iced coffee girl.

I don’t get that at all.

Coffee is meant to be hot and highly caffeinated.

If I want to get wild with a cold drink, give me some booze.

I put my head back and sigh.

I don’t want to move.

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