Page 237 of Tis the Season to be Bullied

When I take another sip of wine, another breeze slides over my damp arm.

I glance at the door and freeze.

The wind’s pushed it open almost a foot.

“Fuck…” I groan. There’s no way in hell I’m getting out of this deliciousness to close the door. Marigold texted me earlier to let me know she had a prior engagement tonight; I have the house to myself.

I squirm in the tub, and take out my earbuds. Heavy metal is awesome if you want to get rid of residual frustration, but porn is even better.

Marigold would probably never be caught dead with something as radical as wi-fi in her home, but I got a good data deal with my mobile back when Mom?—

I gulp at my wine, and rest the goblet on my tummy as I flick through the thumbnails on the first porn site that came up when I googled ‘nasty rough sex’.

Yup, I’m a freak like that. Then again, who isn’t?

“There we go,” I murmur.

At a creak behind me, I twist in the tub fast enough to send a wave of rose-scented suds over the side.

I’m tempted to say, “Hello?”

I burst out laughing at the thought and sink back into the bubbles.

The wind, Indi. It’s the fucking wind, you paranoid freak.

I drain the rest of my wine glass and set it down on the rim. The last block of chocolate goes into my mouth, and my free hand slips under the bubbles.

My back arches as my fingers make contact with my clit. I circle that sensitive nub of flesh, goosebumps breaking over my skin.

“Mmm.” The chocolate’s melting in my mouth, and that’s elevating everything to thenthfucking degree.

I slide a finger inside myself, closing my eyes and resting my head back on the rim as warm water tickles its way deep inside me.

I juggle the phone, almost drop it in the water, and let it fall on the bathroom mat instead. Fuck it, I don’t need porn to get off. I’m full of red wine, and chocolate, and all I need is…

Briar’s blue eyes fill my mind.

The feel of his strong, soft lips against mine.

His big hands on my throat—no, wait, that was Marcus, wasn’t it?— fuck it, his hands on my throat…

“Mmmmmm.” My back arches, and water splashes around me as I spread my legs as wide as they can go in the confines of the tub.

It’s not wide enough.

I drag myself out of the water, shivering when cold air hits my wet skin, and perch on the rim of the tub.

Much better. I hold onto the rim with one hand, using the other to massage my clit. The door creaks, but I’m too far gone to be bothered with the chill factor right now. Although my nipples have pebbled into rock hard buds and I’m covered in goosebumps, this feels way too good to stop.

I climax a few seconds later, my entire body stiffening so much I almost end up on the bathroom mat.

I let out a long sigh, and giggle to myself as I realize what a fucking mess I’ve made. Well, luckily, I have this big bath of bubbles right?—

I hear the sound of a car coming up the drive.

Fuck, Marigold’s home already? What time is it?

I twist, and in that precise moment, Marigold must hit a bump in the road. Headlamps shine right through the bathroom window as I stand and turn to grab a towel.

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