Page 91 of Cruel Prep (Princes of Ravenlake Academy 1)

I can feel his excitement growing between us, and I roll my hips into him, earning a soft hiss.

But just as soon as I think I know what is happening, Finn’s warmth pulls away from me.

“Take off your panties,” he says while he pulls something from his back pocket.

I do as I’m told. As soon as the lacy material is on the floor, something soft hits me in the chest. I catch it before it falls and realize it’s another pair of panties.

“You bought me underwear?” I ask in surprise.

Finn nods. “Put them on.”

As I slide them on, I realize there is something built into the front. It’s a hard panel stitched between the layers of fabric. I’m about to ask what it is, but the moment the panties are on, there is a buzzing vibration.

I jolt with surprise and press into my center with my hands. “What the—”

They vibrate again, this time longer, harder.

It feels… incredible.

I squirm, confused, but when I look at Finn, he is holding a pink remote in his hand.

And a devilish smile on his face.

Vibrating panties. He bought me vibrating fucking panties.

“Why did you give me—”

My question is lost when the vibration starts up again. As the surprise fades, pleasure begins to replace it. The hum of the vibrator is gentle but relentless.

I step back and grab the back of the couch for support. It has only been a few seconds and my legs are already starting to go weak. Heat is pooling in my belly, hot and pulsing, and I can’t help but roll my hips, my body instinctively searching for the source of the pleasure.

As soon as the vibration stops, I sag against the couch and exhale. “Holy shit.”

“Do you like them?” Finn asks. He walks over and slides his hand between my legs, cupping my suddenly damp center.

I lick my lips and nod. “Yes.”

Amusement sparks in his eyes. He hits the button again.

My body clenches, freezing up from the sudden onslaught of sensation. But before my wits are entirely gone, I wrap my arms around Finn’s neck and press our bodies together.

His eyes go wide, and his mouth tips open, his lips parting in a sigh as the vibration rocks through us both.

I grind against him, arching my back to more fully connect us.

Suddenly, the vibration stops and Finn peels my arms from around his neck. He clears his throat and grabs my bag from the floor.

“Come on. We have a lot to do.”

I also thought we had a lot to do, though the second the vibration started, my list became comprised of different positions in different rooms. The dance is now the furthest thing from my mind.

When we get up to his room, Finn opens my bag and lays out everything I brought with me—my dress, a change of clothes for after the dance, including the hoodie he lent me last weekend, curling iron, my makeup bag, and a pair of high heels.

He holds the strappy black heels up on two fingers, one eyebrow raised.

“What?” I ask.

“I’ve never seen you in anything but your sneakers.”

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