Page 89 of The One I Want
His gravelly voice hits me straight at my core. “That the little toy I left in your drawer might get some use tonight.”
“Get it out. Now. And lock the bedroom door, no interruptions.”
I don’t ask questions. I don’t hesitate. Because I have many favorite sides of Wes Taylor, but Boss in the Bedroom Wes Taylor might be my favorite.
I hurry to the door and turn the lock. On my way back to the bed I reach into the bedside drawer, grabbing my bullet I brought over a few weeks ago. He didn’t believe that I had a waterproof vibrator. So of course, I had to show him.
Turns out he showed me.
I rearrange a few of the pillows on the bed, situating myself at the perfect angle.
“Why are you still wearing clothes?”
I put the phone back in front of my face to see a shirtless Wes. Damn he works fast.
“Because I was locking the door and getting the toy. I can only do so much at a time.”
“Well, then.” He puts his arm back up where it was, only this time he knows exactly what he’s doing. “Go on.”
I look around, wondering how I’m going to prop the phone up. I decide to set it against the lamp on the nightstand. If this is going to be a show, I might as well do it right.
I take a few steps back, making sure he’s getting all of me.
“What do you want first?”
He lowers his hand, sliding it out of range for the camera. Naughty boy.
“Leggings.”
I do as he asks, slowly shimmying them down my legs.
“Next?”
“Panties.”
I repeat the motion, lowering them before kicking them to the side.
“What else?”
“Nothing. Get back into bed.”
“Really?” I ask as I grab my phone and get situated again. “You, Wes Taylor,don’twant to see my tits?”
“Don’t worry, I have the photo you sent me,” he says. “Plus, I like knowing that I’m going to make you come while you’re wearing my shirt.”
Well, when he puts it like that.…
“Do you have it?”
I reach to my side and grab the bullet, bringing it to life. “I do.”
“Put it on your clit.”
I do as he says. No, he can’t see it, I’m keeping the camera at my face, but he’d also know if I was faking. The man can read me like a book.
My body slightly jerks when I feel the first vibrations. I close my eyes, allowing myself to settle in to the purr of the tiny toy.
“That’s it,” he says. “What are you thinking of?”
