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“It is much smaller than my cock, Whitley.” And many of her other toys.
She chokes a bit on a laugh. Crimson spreads along her cheeks, and down her collarbones as she lights up with it, finally tinging her bountiful breasts pink.
I trace my eyes over her, taking in the voluptuous swell of her hips, accentuated even more by the corset cinching her waist. Ipluck the egg from the box, then move to grab at the many skirts beneath her dress and lift.
“You really do look beautiful in this,” I whisper into her ear as I dip my hand down under her skirt again and play with her dripping slit by running my fingers through her slick folds. “My gods, you’re wet.”
Her gaze searches mine, and I would give a lot of money to know what she is thinking.
“We arenotjust friends after this, Connor,” she says, as if this means anything, considering I just asked her out.
My brow furrows at the vulnerability I find in her gaze.
“No, we aren’t,” I tell her, kissing her as I sink one digit into her pussy and graze my thumb across her clit. “I’ve never been able to stay away from you, and now... you’re mine.”
I kiss her how she likes it, letting my fingers play along her silky folds before settling the pink gadget at her pussy lips. She jerks, likely at how cold it is at her entrance, but I know she’ll quickly warm it up. I pull back from our kiss and watch her eyes widen, her pouty lips falling open on a soft sigh, when I slip it deep inside.
It’s not on, but I dangle my phone to show the app I have for it and how it’s already connected. Her gaze heats and her blush deepens as she’s fixing her skirts, then turns to leave the walk-in pantry with her mouth open to say something—probably a mildly infuriating tease.
With a sharp slap to her thick ass to quieten her, I bite out, “Don’t come until I tell you to.”
Chapter 23
Whitley Whitt
Timber.
Oh my god,am I really doing this?
That smirk of his makes its appearance, and his eyebrow goes up as my heartbeat thuds loudly in my head.
“What do you say, Whit? Want me to play with you in a crowded room?”
“I don’t know,” I tell him.
My pussy throbs around the toy, and the desire is definitely there. The idea of him toying with me makes me want him more. The fact no one would know but us, and that he’d be in control of it, surprising me the entire time with jolts, makes me wetter.
“Do not take it out.” A slap jolts my garter-covered ass again.
His gaze says he wants to eat me alive, but he’s not going to be gentle about it. I’m sure he wants to intimidate me, but it only makes me want this man to crawl for me.
“If you keep teasing, I’m going to break your body in front of thirty people, Whitley, and you won’t be able to make a sound.” His palm caresses my cheek, coasting across my lips before hekisses my mouth again. “Think you’re up for the challenge? Be good, orelseI’ll turn it on.”
I shove him away, running the back of my hand over my lips, rubbing his kiss off me the same way I did that night so long ago. A muscle ticks in his jaw, making me wonder if he’s remembering that too, but I can’t help throwing more fuel onto our fire because, for once, it’s trulyfun.
“I suppose you will find out,” I say, fluttering my eyelashes.
I grasp the door to the pantry and yank it open, getting out of there before I let him do anything else to me. Goosebumps cover my arms at the thought of what he is going to do to me now... and later. The longer I walk, the more aware I am of the toy nestled inside of me, and my walls clench down on the thing with every step.
I’m shaking by the time I get back to the hallway, just in time for the dessert set. The knowledge of the tiny pleasure bomb that could go off in me at any time makes me even more nervous around so many.Stop being silly,I berate myself—no one will know. How will they know? Oh god, I’m doing this, aren’t I?
People gasp when the dessert is unveiled, stealing my attention, and I’m more than a little proud of myself. There’s castle-shaped towers of Jell-O in different colors, coupled with cupcakes.
I manage to make it to where Allan is standing without a lot of fuss. He waits near the back wall, surveying the place, his arms behind his back while he waits.
“Hey, Allan,” I say, when I reach him.
He nods a hello, and I rest my bottom against the wall, the skirts so heavy it probably looks like I’m leaning.
