Page 78 of The Girlfriend Zone

The moment he unfolds it, his eyebrows shoot up. “Oh.”

Followed by, “Ohhh.”

And then, with a grin so wicked I feel heat creeping up my neck, “Wow.”

I close my eyes and exhale sharply. “There are…a lot in there, I know.”

“A lot just became my new favorite saying.” He’s practically giddy, holding the bag out of my reach like a trophy. “Holy shit, Leighton. This is like Christmas morning and the Stanley Cup in one.”

I laugh despite myself, lunging for it.

He spins away, holding it behind his back.

“Miles,” I warn, though it’s useless.

“I’ll give it back…if you tell me what each thing is.”

“Oh god, I thought you were going to say ‘show and tell.’”

His grin turns devious. “Is that an option?”

“When you find that sex portal,” I shoot back, grabbing the bag. I pull out the first item, holding it up. It’s a standard vibe, but there’s nothing standard about theOs it delivers. “This is the Dynamo. Made from recycled ocean plastic.”

His brow furrows in surprise. “Sustainable pleasure—You’re killing me, Leighton. I need to find that portal right now.”

Want spreads in my chest, and even though we’re flirting with trouble, I can’t resist. I pull out another one with a curved end. “This is The Wand.”

His smile falters. His gaze flicks between the toy and me, his eyes darkening. He’s picturing me using it. “I bet it’s magic.”

I smile, but it burns off quickly as the air shifts. His steps are purposeful, closing the space between us until he’s barely a foot away. Heat radiates from him, and I’m keenly aware of how small the room suddenly feels, how easily I could grab the neckline of his shirt and tug him against me. My pulse rockets.

“And that one?” His voice is low, gravelly, as he nods toward the rose-pink toy.

I hesitate, heat flooding my cheeks. “It operates with suction.” I nibble on my lower lip. “It’sreallygood.”

His breath hitches, his chest rising as he drags a hand through his hair. He steps closer again, pressing his palm to the wall like he needs the support. When his eyes meet mine, they’re molten.

“If I stay much longer…” His voice is rough, scraping the air between us. “I’m breaking the friendship rule.”

My pulse thrums everywhere, my whole body on fire. “You should go.”

But he doesn’t leave.

He cups my cheek, his hand warm and steady, his thumb brushing against my skin as his gaze roams my face. “Send me a picture when you’re done.”

The words hit me like a hot kiss, leaving me breathless.

Before I can respond, he’s gone, the door clicking shut behind him.

I stand there, my pulse pounding and my skin tingling. The need rises higher in me, so high it’s impossible to ignore.

Later, I’m quiet as I imagine him pinning me down, fucking me hard, taking me apart.

My toes curl. My legs shake. A moan rises from the depths of my dirty soul. I swallow the sound as I come hard.

Then, with my cheeks still flush, my lips parted, my hair fanned out, I take a photo of my face and send it to him.

Ten minutes later, a reply lands.

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