Page 73 of Dust Storm

There was nothing worse than being horny and out of batteries.

I stretched out on top of the soft patchwork quilt and propped my head up on the pillow. My lungs relaxed as I slid the tip of the vibrator down my clit.

“God, yes,” I whispered as my body relaxed.

I was so turned on that the vibrator slid right in. My breath caught as the silicone rabbit teased my clit.

My toes curled and I arched my back.

Blood rushed and roared in my ears like a tidal wave.

With all the chaos of Lillian Monroe torching my career with a metaphorical flamethrower, Tripp leaving me, cheating on me, and being exiled, I was seriously overdue for an orgasm.

… Or ten.

I bit into my lip to keep from moaning when I dragged the curved tip across my G-spot.

Who needs men when you have silicone?

I squeezed my eyes shut as my muscles clenched around the slick shaft. My skin was alive with pleasure as I pulled it out and circled my clit, edging out the orgasm just a little longer.

I sucked in a sharp breath as I plunged the vibrator into my pussy again. My back arched. Everything went white-hot as I?—

Dead.

“No!” I shrieked as my eyes flew open. I tried the power button again.

Nothing.

“Fuck!”

In a fit of anger, I slammed the useless device onto the mattress.

Fucking batteries.I needed something with a cord and a three-pronged plug for maximum power.

It was fine. I had fingers.

Letting out a breath, I laid back and propped one knee up, trying to let go of the anger. I teased my clit, massaging it back and forth until the blissful tingles of arousal were back.

I let out a guttural groan of delight as I neared an orgasm again. Something thumped outside.

Probably the damn dog. Or the cow.

I shook it off and focused on the brewing pleasure in my core.

The door clicked open and I froze, paralyzed as Christian filled the doorway.

His eyes locked on my fingers.

My breath caught and my nipples tightened, aching immediately at the sight of him.

With an authoritative tone that could demand oceans to part, he said, “Don’t stop on my account.”

I didn’t move. I couldn’t move. I searched his eyes for something to clue me in on what was going through his head, but he was an enigma.

“Cass.”

“Yes,” I whispered.

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