Page 35 of Obsessive Love

"I don't know why I bothered to call you," I grumble, rolling my eyes as I stand up and begin to look through some of the bags.

"Don't act like you're not going to do exactly what I've just suggested," she replies in a sing-song voice. "Picture him in your head and-"

"Goodbye, Jess." I end the call, throw my phone on the bed, and shake my head.

I glance at the door and then back to the bags in my room.

"Oh, fuck it," I whisper, walking over to my door and locking it.

I rush over to my phone and type out a text to Jaylen, telling him to leave the shopping in the hall or in his room and then I scamper across the room, searching each of the bags until I find the smooth pink box that Jess was talking about.

I pull it out of the bag and clutch it against my chest as I head into the bathroom, plug the bath, and turn the water on.

As the tub begins to fill, I open up the box and pull out the purple vibrator, pressing the buttons and playing around with it for a moment, switching between the different modes to see which one I might prefer.

After going through at least ten modes, I turn it off, hurriedly strip out of my clothes, and hop into the bath, slowly lowering myself into the scorching hot water until my body's submerged.

My muscles begin to relax, and I let my legs drop open beneath the water, relishing the quietness of my surroundings.

My eyes fall shut and I blindly grab for the vibrator as images of Kaleb instantly infiltrate my mind.

I turn the vibrator on, choosing to keep it on the first mode with the constant vibration and then I sink it beneath the water, lightly skimming it across my clit.

My body jolts as a bolt of pleasure shoots through me.

"Oh, fuck," I whisper, pressing it firmly against my clit. My head drops back, and my teeth sink into my bottom lip to conceal the noises that want to pour out of me.

Water sloshes around me as my body involuntarily twitches and flashes of Kaleb assault my mind, pushing me closer to the edge.

My breathing becomes ragged, my muscles tighten, and my stomach clenches in anticipation of what's about to come. Quiet moans flow out of me as I keep my eyes screwed shut, focusing on the image of Kaleb between my legs.

As soon as I imagine him thrusting his fingers inside of me as he sucks my clit into his mouth, my legs begin to tremble as ecstasy consumes me. A guttural groan echoes through the room as I reach my climax, grinding against the vibrator to ride out each wave of pleasure until my body is almost limp.

My eyes fly open and I sluggishly lift my head up and quickly turn off the vibrator. The sound of my heavy breathing fills the room as I stare at the tiled wall, still in a pleasure-filled daze.

"Holy shit," I breathe, amazed and in utter disbelief about the intense orgasm I'd just experienced. Maybe Jess was right. Perhaps I really did just need to take the edge off and release some of the tension that was building up inside of me.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Sophia

Sneaking around is something I've never been good at, so I'm not surprised that when I'm tip-toeing down the stairs at six o'clock the next morning in the hopes of avoiding Kaleb, Myra catches me in the act.

"Morning, dear!" she calls out, walking through the foyer. "Would you like me to prepare you something for breakfast?"

I straighten my stance and hop down the last few steps, no longer trying to tip-toe.

"Yes, please, that'd be great."

"Go through to the dining room and I'll bring you a coffee and some pancakes in a few minutes."

I frown as I watch her walk away, wondering why she's suggested sitting in the dining room instead of the breakfast bar in the kitchen. Still, I think nothing of it and tiredly follow her instructions, walking down the hall towards the dining room and rubbing at my tired eyes.

When I walk through the doorway and see Jericho sitting at the head of the table with his laptop set in front of him anda plate of stacked pancakes beside him, I internally groan and curse myself out for trying to sneak around and bumping into the lovely housekeeper.

I think about slowly stepping out of the room, but when Jericho's hard, cold gaze moves away from his screen and lands on me, I nervously swallow and tentatively walk into the room, choosing to sit at one of the chairs furthest away from him.

He watches me as I sit down and I awkwardly start playing with the corner of the placemat, hoping that he'll stop burning a hole into the side of my head if I don't interact with him in any way.

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