Page 97 of Perfect Harmony

Why would he? And also, you could giveyourself a hundred orgasms and it wouldn’t be enough, Gracie. Now that you’ve hada taste of what Gideon can do to you, now that you know what it’s like to fuckhim… your own fingers will never be enough again.

That thought killed her lust as neatly asif she’d lopped off its head with a machete. She was never going to be withGideon again and if she could no longer get herself off with any kind ofsatisfaction, what the fuck was she going to do?

“Don’t panic,” she mumbled to her reflection.“The orgasm you just had was fine. Perfectly acceptable. Don’t panic.”

Ugh. If she had to live a lifetime of onlyperfectly acceptable orgasms, she’d lose her goddamn mind. She had a large andhealthy sex drive, always had, and the three years she’d gone without sex hadn’texactly been a walk in the park.

You did that to yourself. You couldhave found someone else to fuck, but you didn’t. And then you had to go aheadand fuck Gideon, knowing that we’d only get it once from him, and now you’ve ruinedour future sex life for good. You suck.

She tightened the towel around herself andheaded for the door. Her inner voice wasn’t wrong but what the hell was shesupposed to do about it now? What was done was done and she couldn’t changethe past. She’d just have to hope with time that she’d forget how amazing itwas to fuck Gideon and find some other guy who was perfectly acceptable in bed.

There’s that perfectly acceptable again.

She yanked the door open, her annoyance atherself growing by leaps and bounds. Fuck, she would never sleep tonight. Shehadn’t slept last night on purpose and that was incredibly stupid of her. Shewasn’t invited to sleep in Gideon’s bed anymore and now not only was she gonna slowlydie of sleep deprivation in the next month or so, she’d be horny and miserablewhile she did.

Maybe you could ask Gideon for one morenight of sex. Then you can sleep after. You need sleep, Gracie.

She laughed out loud as she stepped intothe hallway. Gideon would never fuck her again. He hadn’t made a single moveon her tonight and she knew he felt the tension as much as she did. Hell, she’dseen the prominent bulge in his jeans when she’d finally decided to end the tortureof sitting with him and ran off to try and relieve the ache in her pussy.

Nope, he was done with her, and she wasnever gonna get to fuck him again.

“You were in the shower for a long time,Princess.”

She staggered back, her hand clutching atthe towel around her as she stared in shock at Gideon. He was leaning againstthe doorway of his bedroom, his hands shoved into his pockets and his face unreadablein the dim light spilling out of his room.

“You scared the hell out of me, Gideon,”she said.

She tugged self-consciously at her towel.She hadn’t brought her robe to the bathroom because she’d assumed Gideon wouldstay downstairs. It was way too early for him to go to bed.

“What were you doing in the shower, Gracie?”

She fought against the fresh blush risingin her face. Gideon didn’t know what she was doing. He couldn’t know. Shehadn’t made a sound when she came.

“I was showering. It’s what people do whenthey… shower,” she said.

His low chuckle made goosebumps pop up onher skin. Clearing her throat, she straightened her shoulders and marched pasthim. She didn’t have to explain anything to him. If she wanted to masturbate inthe shower, she’d goddamn well masturbate in the… Gideon’s hand wrapped aroundher arm, pulling her to a stop.

Her nipples hardened under the towel and herskin felt seared under his palm. Her legs trembling, she stared straight aheadas Gideon leaned toward her and studied the drop of water she could feel slidingdown her chest.

“You missed drying a spot,” he said.

She moaned when he bent his head and caughtthe drop of water with his tongue. He licked across her collarbone beforenipping at her bare shoulder. “Why were you in the shower for so long, Princess?”

“I was,” her throat was bone dry and sheswallowed painfully, “showering.”

“Is that all you were doing?” He tugged onher arm and she followed him mutely into his bedroom, watching as he closed thedoor behind her.

“I – what do you mean?”

He stood behind her. She’d put her hair upin a bun during her shower and he kissed the back of her neck. “I have veryspecific rules for you, don’t I?”

Her body trembled as he slid his hands downher damp towel and cupped her hips. He pulled her back against him, hiserection hard against her ass. “What did I tell you here and at Wanda’s,Princess?”

One hand reached around to tug at where thetowel was tucked in. Her voice hoarse, she said, “That my pussy belonged toyou.”

“That’s right.” The towel dropped to the floorwith a muffled thump and she moaned when his big hands cupped her breasts. “Ispecifically told you that you weren’t allowed to touch yourself, didn’t I?That I was the only one allowed to touch you and make you come. Isn’t that right?”

“Y-yes.” Her back arched when he pulledhard on her nipples.

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