Page 31 of Unforeseen Love

I bite my lower lip and push down my leggings, kicking them off at my feet, and then move to my bed.

Shaking my head, I can’t believe I’m actually going to do this, but I’m beyond sexually frustrated right now.

I reach into my drawer for the lubricant and Ronnie––my thrusting rabbit––and believe me when I say it’s the best seventy quid I’ve ever spent. Quinn got one too and named hers Reggie.

Using a generous amount of lube, I make quick work of coating the shaft and ears.

And then I lay back and switch it on. The life like tip and soft ripples of five inches fill me and I try to hold back my groan. But it’s not only the shaft, it’s the lifelike thrusting motions too. I’ve barely begun when I switch it to the third setting and the ears vibrating over my already sensitive clit has me arching my back, and a louder moan escapes me.

“Good girl.” Theo’s voice booming through my closed door has my entire body coiling up tight like a wire. Shit, he can probably hear Ronnie.

My eyes spring to the closed door, and I wonder if I locked it, but as the thrusting continues as well as the vibrations over my clit, I’m too far gone to even give a fuck.

I’m panting now and roll over onto my knees and hold myself up with one hand as my body sinks on to my vibrator, my pleasure increasing with every single thrust.

It’s almost too much. My nipples are so hard they brush against the material of my top, sparking tingles of pleasure through the length of my body. I squeeze my eyes closed, my breathing choppy.

“Come now,” he commands.

I almost forgot he was even there, too caught up in the moment as my core tightens and slides over the thrusting shaft.

And then I switch it to the fifth and strongest vibrating setting there is, and I detonate.

“Oh. My. God.” I curse out as I am hit with the most intense blended orgasm I think I’ve ever had, to the point I’m actually squirting. My body gyrates as the waves of aftershocks continue to pulse through my core.

“Oh fuck,” I say, riding out the orgasm and finally switching off Ronnie, tossing him onto my now damp bedspread. “Shit.”

I fall onto my chest and then over onto my back, covering my face with my arm until I feel like I can actually breathe again and haven’t just run a marathon.

I swear I hear the echoes of Theo laughing to himself, but I don’t care. Right now, I want to savour this small moment of bliss.

After a few minutes, I sit up and quickly snatch up Ronnie and take him to the bathroom, dropping him in the sink. I then go back and strip my bedding, change the linen and remake my bed before I jump in the shower.

I wash myself vigorously as if it will wipe away what I just did––what I just saw Theo do.

Gah. I wash my hair even though it’s not hair wash day and then do a second condition for good measure.

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Surprisingly, I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow last night. I guess a mind-blowing orgasm will do that to you. I hurry to get ready, even avoiding making myself a coffee in a desperate attempt to avoid he who shall not be named.

Slipping on my flats, knowing I’ll mainly be in the embalming theatre today, I creep out of my room.

“Good morning, Morticia.”

I physically jump, dropping my phone and keys in the process. Scrambling to my knees, I swoop them up and hate how I can feel my skin heat with embarrassment.

“Someone’s on edge this morning. Everything okay?” Theo asks.

Unable to stop myself, my eyes roam the length of his body before I’m met with his eyes, which are shining with humour.

Arsehole.

I clear my throat and stand, hating being at a disadvantage. I wish I could say I didn’t look at his crotch, but I’d be lying.

“Everything’s fine. I just don’t understand why you’re always stalking about like Uncle fucking Fester,” I retort.

He throws his head back and laughs before his eyes land on mine again.

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