Page 55 of Taking Chances

My ears start to burn, no matter the fact it was just my inner thought.

Is that what I’m supposed to do? Maybe that gets him off? I shouldn’t have spent the evening looking over the checklist of kinks he had at his place, imagining him doing every single one.

Knowing every single item on it came as a surprise, but maybe it shouldn’t, taking into consideration how many dark romance books I consume. Still, reading about it and doing it are two vastly different things.

Getting to my door, I almost smack my face straight into it, bumping into something on my doorstep.

It’s a box. A pretty big box. With zero markings on it.

My stomach twists, nerves getting the best of me as I bring the box into the apartment, pushing it next to my couch.

Sitting down, I carefully open the box as if I’m detonating a bomb.

This might as well be a bomb, and I’m a naïve dumbass opening it.

Taking a huge breath, I pop the lid open, finding multiple boxes inside. On top of it, a note lays.

Instructions

I need you to try these out. On Sunday, I’ll call you and you’ll give me the reviews for every single one, along with the time it took you to come with it. All the ‘extra-curriculars’ are up to you. Have fun.

L

My heartbeat picks up, the knot in my stomach replaced by a flock of raging butterflies. Still detonating a bomb, I take out the smaller boxes.

They’re all… sex toys.

My mouth turns dry as I stare at the assortment of vibrators.

What the heck have I gotten myself into?

Sunday. He said I have until Sunday. It’s Thursday today, which means I have three days until my homework needs to be done.

Three days and there are… one, two, three, four sex toys in here.

I’m not one to curse, but, “Shit.”

I guess I could do a marathon on the weekend, but he wants me to orgasm with each one.Is it even possible to orgasm more than one time in a day?

I know in theory it is, but I don’t think my body is capable of it.

No, the safe bet would be to start today.

OK, Anne. You can do it. You’ll grab the biggest glass you have, fill it with gin and get to work. You won’t be a disappointment on the very first task you got.

I go through motions of showering, rushing to get this thing over with. I fill a huge wine glass with gin, down half of it for courage, and head to my bedroom.

Bedroom?I turn around, debating if the living room would be sexier? One glance at my couch makes me remember how the sheet barely covered Lennox’s groin when he slept here, and it’s an easy decision from there.

Getting comfortable on the couch, I grab the box with the toy I chose for today. It’s something called the clitoral stimulator and somehow, it looks the least threatening.

It’s pink and cute, but it still makes me nervous. I untie my fluffy bathrobe, tentatively pressing the toy to my clitoris. Taking a deep breath, I press the ‘on’ button.

“Shoot.”

My hips jump up, the toy falling from my hand. This was… uncomfortable. How does he expect me to orgasm with this?

Getting the box the toy came in, I start reading the instructions.

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