Page 58 of Seven Night Stopover

“Jesus!” he croaked. “You design these for women to wear out in public?”

She shrugged. “Women go out in public every day wearing discreet sexual gadgets. This is just another tool for pleasure. It’s not strong enough to induce an orgasm unless you’re already super turned on.”

“The only tool I want pleasuring you is my cock.”

“When?” she asked plaintively, her voice breaking.

His gaze lingered at her crotch and he swallowed. A tiny hint of stress marred his face but he smiled. “When I say so. Next one.”

Her fingers tingled. “I don’t think I’ll last much longer, Noah.”

“If you come without me inside you, sweetheart, I’ll make you scream so hard for your next orgasm, they’ll hear you in China.”

“God! You’re a fucking maniac!” Whirling, she ran back to the sound of his strained chuckle, tearing the unitard off before she reached the closet.

The next was a bustier and pant set in red and black that delivered the same caressing stimulus when she moved. By the time she fastened the hooks and pulled the sides of the panties over her hips, she genuinely feared she wouldn’t last.

The light flush across Noah’s cheekbones attested to his own battle with the consuming fire of desire. She turned, displaying the garment in all its glory before she faced him again.

“Describe.”

“There’s a tiny button here.” She indicated the sides of the panties. “When I touch it, the red lines on the panties deliver a shock that simulates spanking.”

He let go of his cock and jerked to his feet. Striding to where she stood, he lifted her chin with a finger. “I don’t know whether I’ll enjoy fucking you for your brains or for the naughty little minx who resides inside your stunning body,” he rasped.

“Both. Fuck me for both,” she whispered fervently, her body raw with the need to feel the satisfaction he held back from her, the powerful friction of his cock inside her.

“Yes,” he said simply. “Stay here.”

Her breath shuddered out as he walked into the bedroom.

God! Finally…

Heart accelerating, Leia wondered whether to start undressing, then thought better of it. Noah loved doing that. She was learning very quickly that when it came to the bedroom, he loved calling all the shots. If he’d wanted her undressed he’d have told h?—

“Why are you dressed?”

Black designer jeans hugged his hips and he’d thrown on a light grey T-shirt that clung lovingly to his shoulders and torso. As much as she wanted to appreciate him, right now he was fucking with her head in a way that sent a fireball of anger smashing through her arousal. “Noah, this isn’t funny anymore.”

He eyed her, as if testing to see how far gone she was. “I’m not laughing, Leia. Put these on.”

He raised the items in his hand, and she frowned. His shirt. Her shoes.

“Why?”

“Because we’re going out and I sure as hell don’t want anyone seeing you in that getup.”

Confused, angry and so aroused she feared she’d fly apart if she so much as breathed the wrong way, she took his shirt and shrugged it on. The tails of his black shirt reached her knees and the sleeves swallowed her arms.

He folded back the sleeves and buttoned her from neck to knee and stepped back with a satisfied nod. “Shoes.”

She stepped into her Valentino pumps and he slid his fingers through hers. “Not long now, baby.”

Too wound up to ask where they were going, she followed when he tugged her to the door, each step an excruciating reminder of the escalating pressure and extreme wetness between her legs.

She was so busy putting one foot in front of the other she didn’t notice their destination until they reached the door markedVICE.

“Time to tick high number three off your list.”

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