Page 21 of Found Forever

“Yes,” he said without hesitation.

Her jaw dropped open. “What? I didn’t know we were allowed to on this celibate-get-to-know-each-other thing.”

“When did I ever tell you that you couldn’t get yourself off? You’re telling me you haven’t been?”

“No! I thought that was part of the whole deal. Sexual deprivation, so when we finally do it, it’s like explosive.”

“If I did that, I’d last like ten seconds when we finally do it.” He leaned back against the counter, amusement dancing in his eyes and a small smile tugging up one corner of his mouth.

She approached him with her eyes narrowed to thin slits. They were chest to chest.

His smile grew.

Her eyes narrowed even more.

“So you’ve literally been wanking every night?”

“Sometimes twice.”

“Fuck.”

He shrugged, then leaned forward and kissed her nose. “I never told you that you couldn’t.”

Growling, she peeled away from him. Then she glanced at the clock on the stove. It was eight-fifteen. Her first class didn’t start until nine. She only taught until one o’clock today. After that, she and Decker were going to go for a hike. “I have time,” she said with an affirmative nod at nobody in particular.

“Time for what?” he called after her as she headed down the hallway toward her room, her strides purposeful and big.

“To release some of this fucking tension,” she replied with a holler before closing her door.

Normally, Decker was cool as a frozen cucumber, but even behind the closed door, she could hear the strangled noise he made when he realized what she planned to do.

Of course, she’d packed Tracy’s Dog. She rarely went anywhere without it.

Crawling under the covers, she pulled her favorite toy out of its satin bag and slid it beneath the sheets.

“Joanna.” His voice was a sultry rumble on the other side of the thick wooden door.

Her pulse went bonkers.

She slipped the penetrative part of the toy into her pussy and turned it on. Setting it to the third speed. There were ten settings in total, but she didn’t like any of the weird patterns. She liked the constant vibration but at the highest speed.

“Joanna,” he said again, his tone slightly more strained.

She liked that he called her by her first name. She liked her name. Always had. There’d been two Joanna’s in her kindergarten class, so her teacher suggested she start going by Joanie. She was too shy to say no. And it stuck. Her parents still called her Joanna, but everyone else called her Joanie. She didn’t hate Joanie, but she liked when someone called her by her given name.

“Are you using your hand or a toy?” he asked.

Making sure that the clit sucking part was properly positioned over her nub, she pressed the button and held it for three seconds until it came on. Then she pressed it twice more until it was at the fastest speed but without any weird pattern. Just like the penetrative part.

“Joanna?” his voice was sterner this time. Excitement raced through her, settling between her legs where her toy pulsed.

“A toy,” she replied.

“Under the covers?”

“Yes.”

“Take the covers off. I want to hear it.”

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