Page 18 of A Kiss at Midnight

I look at the box again as my eyes narrow. He wants to play games? Okay, I’ll play games. I’ve always liked games because I tend to win. I gingerly pick up the box and gaze at it for a long moment. It’s now or never. I lift the lid and see a bullet-shaped device sitting on silky fabric. It’s quite small, and I’m not sure what the point of it is. I pull it from the box and look at the device in confusion.

Reading the instructions, my cheeks heat at what I’m supposed to do. No one’s watching me so why in the world am I embarrassed? Probably because he’s going to know it’s inside of me. There are cameras all over the office building and he’s going to see me and... and what? It doesn’t matter. It’s not as if my co-workers are going to know about this.

I pick up the bullet thing and the tube of lubricant, then move to the bathroom. I set the items on the counter and take a nice long shower. When I’m done, I decide it’s time. I follow the instructions on the box and insert the bullet inside of me. I move around and am aware the foreign object is in me, but it’s not uncomfortable. Ireallydon’t know what the purpose of this is.

I walk to the bedroom and get dressed. It’s time to leave for work. I leave my bedroom and as I’m moving down the hall, the foreign object shifts within me. It’s fine, though. I’m sure I won’t notice it... until the thing starts buzzing. My body heats up, and arousal flows through my system. What in the heck?

I try to keep moving, but have to stop and lean against the wall as my breathing grows heavy and my nipples harden. The feeling grows more and more intense. Okay, maybe I do like this stupid little device. How is it doing this? What is happening?

Just when I don’t think I can take it for another second the toy stops vibrating. I slowly move back into the kitchen and slump against the counter. Is this thing on a timer? How in the world will I get through work if it does this every hour, or more? Should I call in sick? No! I’ll have to learn to deal with it.

I grab my purse and exit the apartment building, praying I can get to work without the bullet going off again. I get onto the bus and am tense as I make my way down the street. My new apartment is close to work so I jump off without any further problems. Once I’m inside the huge Astor Corp building, I let out a relieved breath. Okay, this isn’t so bad.

I hop into the elevator, several people are around me... and the thing goes off again. I let out a gasp that makes several heads turn my way. I bite my lower lip and thank the heavens above this toy is silent, or that my body is at least cushioning any sound it might be making.

“Are you okay, Jewel?” a woman asks.

I give her a grimace and nod. She doesn’t look convinced. “Cramps,” I mutter. She nods in understanding as she finally looks away. I’m mortified.

The elevator doors open, and I rush down the hallway, my breathing growing heavier as my body tightens. Staring at the floor, I move as fast as I can, needing to find a private place. I make it to one of the solo restrooms, and rush inside, quickly closing and locking the door behind me.

I lean against the door as the vibrating inside me turns up a notch. I let out a moan I can’t stop as I sink to the floor, my body on fire. And then I explode as fire shoots through me, leaving my nipples hard and a fine layer of sweat over my skin. I’m panting as the vibration finally stops. I sit right where I am for several moments, trying to get my breathing under control.

My phone dings. I ignore it. It dings again. I still ignore it. Then it goes off for a third time and I reach for my purse and shakily pull it out. I can’t open my eyes to gaze at the messages as I sag against the door. As inconvenient as this toy is, I’m no longer complaining because I decide right now that orgasms are beautiful things, and, like potato chips — no person can have just one.

When my breathing is under control, I stand on shaky legs. I’m officially late to my desk now, but my co-worker will let the boss know I’m having cramps. I’d much rather my team think it’s my lady time than I’m having spontaneous orgasms. That’s too much to bear.

I look at my phone and can’t help but smile.

Blake:Enjoying yourself?

Blake:You found the one spot in the building I can’t watch you. That’s not playing fair.

Blake:Get ready for a very erotic day.

Oh, holy hell. This is only the beginning. If I were alone, I’d love this little game. The fact that I’m going to be around my co-workers doesn’t make it such a joy. I hope I get through the day in one piece. We’ll have to wait and see what happens next because I can’t hide in the bathroom any longer...

Chapter Review

Chapter Eleven

Jewel

By three in the afternoonI’m exhausted. I barely made it through lunch, having my co-worker hand me a couple of Pamprins that had me turning bright red. I had no choice but to take them, because I certainly wasn’t going to tell her I wasn’tactuallyon my period, but I’d just been having orgasms all day, including while waiting for my salad to arrive. With my flushed cheeks and the glean of sweat I’ve carried all day, it’s obvious something’s going on. I might have to kill Blake... when I quit smiling.

It’s embarrassing as hell, but it also feels so damn good that I can’t be all that upset about it.

“Delivery,” a young woman says before she drops off an envelope on my desk and then rushes off. No one pays attention to me as I lift it. I open the flap and find a note and a key inside.

Wait at my place. I’ll be home by six.That’s all the note says. There’s no signature, nothing that will let anyone know who this is from. As I’m reading it, the toy buzzes again and I look up at the wall where I know there’s a camera... and plead for mercy.

The buzzing stops when I nod my head yes, letting him know I’ve gotten the note, and I’ll be at his place. How much of the day has Blake spent watching me? I can’t imagine he’s gotten much done.

When I leave my co-workers and walk home, I’m more than grateful that Blake seems to be busy and the toy doesn’t go off. I have time to go to my apartment first, where I strip out of my clothes that are sticky from how much I’ve sweated today. I take a nice long shower, then put on cotton sweats and a loose tee. I grab some ice cream then make my way to his penthouse.

Without him in it, I have a chance to look around. I don’t want to snoop. I value my privacy too much to invade someone else’s, and I’m sure a man like Blake has cameras... but that doesn’t stop me. Curiosity killed the cat, dang it.

After checking it out, I move to the couch and curl up, playing with my new phone. I can see how these dang devices become so addictive. I was too busy in college to play on a phone, so I didn’t pay for an iPhone. This is the first I’ve had one, and I vow to be careful to not get hooked on screen time.

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