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Except I straight out told him I owned a vibrator.

So maybe he will know.

Maybe I hope he does.

It doesn’t take long. Bob is powerful. I press him between my legs, and in my mind’s eye, Preston braces himself on strong arms over me and thrusts up into me. He’s big and he fills and stretches me, and I thrust back, the two of us moving in rhythm, eyes locked.

I come, muffling my cries with the extra pillow.

It’s the last, and best, activity of today.

Next door, the shower turns on.

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Preston—A Few Minutes Earlier

Next door, the shower stops and everything falls silent. She’s probably gotten into bed.

Does she sleep in pajamas? Repurposed casual clothes?

Nothing?

Does she lie on her stomach, her back, or her side?

Is she under the covers?

Where are her hands?

No.

I won’t. I won’t picture her.

And then I hear it. Barely. Only because I’m straining.

The thin, high-pitched hum of a vibrator.

I mean, it could be something else. Some kind of exotic white-noise machine. Her electric toothbrush.

If I hadn’t heard it earlier this week, buzzing against Natalie’s fingers. If the exact pitch weren’t written on my brain.

Oh,God.

It’s like an electrical charge. It races through my nerve endings and floods my bloodstream, and my cock swells. Like she’s one end of an electrode and the other is pulsing through my body.

I need my earbuds.

I dig in my suitcase, but they’re not in there. Nor are they in any drawer I search. They’re not on my nightstand or the desk, and it doesn’t look like they’ve fallen behind anything. Where the hell are they?

And then, suddenly, the sound next door changes. It’s not a high, tight hum, it’s a deep purr.

I know that sound. It’s so precise, it’s like a signature. It’s the Hitachi Magic Wand, one of those back massagers that doubles as—what do they call them? Intimacy aids. It has a big fat round head you can tuck between your legs, and the vibrations are strong. My ex-wife used to say it was the best orgasm on Earth for lazy people. Twenty seconds and you’re done. A minute on a bad day.

But maybe Natalie’s using it as a back massager.

And then I hear her moan.

Even if she’s using it as a back massager, I can’t listen. I’m so hard it hurts. My body is crying out for relief I don’t want to give it.

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