Page 43 of Siren's Game

I've never had a guy take my coat in a restaurant, either. Which probably says more about my former boyfriends than Asher, though.

I shuck off my shoes and my eyes automatically wander to the flowers sitting on my dresser. I think he's the first man who didn't bring me a boring red rose bouquet to a date and one of the very few who have brought me flowers at all.

No wonder if his mom owns a flower shop in Philly, but still. He could have gotten me a pitiful bouquet of daisies or buttercups from the nearest supermarket if it were only an obligatory one.

I let my finger glide over the fragile petals of a yellow rose, sighing when they move under my touch.

With an even deeper sigh, I continue on to my bedroom, my phone a heavy weight in my hand.

I'm so tempted, so fucking tempted to call Jacques, one of my friends in Philly, whom I usually meet up with when I’m in the area. He's a master at what he does, until today the only man who almost made me pass out from an orgasm. And he had a grand time doing it, that's for sure.

I didn’t get around to calling him after we got here and I mean, who fucking knew I'd fall into this mess called Asher?

But I can't risk it. As much as I want to be plowed into a mattress and come until I see heaven, not if it means risking Millie and Luca getting found out or being on the receiving end of internet backlash for breaking Asher's heart. That’s not worth it.

With long strides, I walk over to my nightstand and pull the drawer open with a quick yank, having a look at my silicone friends I brought with me.

None of them catch my eye. None of them seem like they'll satisfy what I need right now. Fuck.

I take off my shirt and slip out of my skirt and tights, anyways. They might not be ideal, but hell, they are better than nothing.

Throwing my clothes aside, I climb into my bed, sighing at the feeling of the sheets against my bare skin. Slowly, I let my hands wander over my skin, palming my breasts and pinching my nipples before I let them glide between my legs.

I'm so fucking wet already, only from his words echoing in my head and the image of his face buried in my pussy.

My fingers slide through my folds, finding my clit and circling it once. Then twice. A sigh escapes my lips when I leave it, my fingers dipping inside my hole.

Finding sex toys that work for you is such a journey. Some are too big, others to small. The amount of time and vibrators I had to try out before I found one that curved deliciously right for me? Let’s just say I bought like five, just in case the one I’m using ever died.

Reaching for my toys blindly, I find my perfect silicone friend with ease. The little hum as it starts to buzz sends a shiver down my spine, and I wet my lips as I lead it over my body down to my pussy.

A small moan falls from my lips as I glide it along my clit before I position it at my entrance, letting it buzz against it.

I'm so damn wet, it slips off before it finally breaches me and I can push it deeper and nudge it into position, my breath hitching when the vibrations stimulate me just right.

Oh, fuck yes, this hits the spot.

The buzz is subtle but definitely present as I let my thoughts wander back to earlier this evening. The way Asher's eyes seemed to darken, his face right next to mine and his breath on my skin.

"Over and over again."

I moan, palming my breast with one hand and circling my clit with my fingers. What would have happened if I stayed? My brain seems up for the little daydream.

The moment of staring at each other probably wouldn't have ended. I reach for a second toy, a little egg vibrator for a little extra fun, and start it.

I don't know how, but we would have made it to his bedroom, stumbling, hitting the walls as he devoured my mouth the way he’d devour my pussy. He'd push me on the bed, not even taking off my clothes before he would have buried his head between my legs.

I groan when I push the little vibrator against my clit, slightly adjusting my position.

"Ahh, fuck!" The new angle is just right for the vibrator inside me. Pressure already starts building in my core as my pleasure intensifies.

He’d tear a hole into my tights, pushing my panties aside before he’d nestle his face in my pussy, his rough beard making the little hair on my skin stand up. I would have buried my hands in his hair as he'd make me lose my mind with his tongue, his fingers, and his fucking sexy hoarse voice.

If this evening taught me anything about him, it's that he’s very confident in his sex skills, and I’m equally confident that he can actually back up those words.

He'd eat my pussy like a man starving, bury his face in my cunt like he needs it to breathe. His tongue would make me see heaven, let me fall, then fly again just before hitting the ground.

There's no way he'd let me come quickly. He'd be a fucking tease about it. Bring me closer to release, then stop until I beg him to let me come.

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