Page 133 of How to Win the Girl

Press the vibrator harder against the spot between my legs, the vibrations tingling my entire lower half already.

Oh fuck, that feels good…

This is going to feel so good…

Anticipation has me clenching my kegels; I learned soon after buying my toy that if I did, I had stronger orgasms. Faster. Longer.

Slow down, Daisy.

I can’t.

My head thrashes. “Don’t want to.”

So impatient.

So needy.

I am needy.

Which is the problem.

I want to tear Drake Colter’s clothes off and fuck him, not the other way around. I want to climb on top of his big body and move back and forth over him until we have the headboard hitting the wall.

Yes…

He would do that.

He’s big enough and strong enough, and I bet his glutes are thick and powerful.

My teeth gnash my bottom lip.

My finger clicks on the power button, causing the vibrator to buzz faster. More intense. Faster…faster…

More.

More.

“More.”

When I come, I manage to do it quietly—unlike the noise I made at the fraternity house, where no one could hear me crying out. Not unless they had their ear pressed to the bathroom door.

Here, both my roommates are home, and I doubt Gabby would be thrilled listening to me orgasm. In fact, I know for a fact she’d be pissed because once, Stella had a one-night stand at the house, both of them coming ridiculously—dare I saytheatrically—loud.

Gabby could not get over it, which should be no surprise to anyone because, honestly, Gabby is no fun.

My arm goes limp, and the vibrator thumps to the mattress beside me.

I let out a puff of air.

I throw off my covers, both feet hitting the floor so I can go wash—and the vibrator.

I yawn.

“Coming can be such.”Yawn.“Hard work,” I say this to no one as I’m sitting on the toilet, alone in the bathroom peeing but also staring off into space.

Then when I’m back in bed, I begin daydreaming about my situation with Drake Colter all over again.

“I don’t have time for this,” I tell the universe. “I need sleep.”

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