Page 96 of Vicious Hearts

"You know that thing you said about fade-to-black romance?" I ask.

"Yes, my love?"

"What do you think about shelving the PG-13 and shooting for an NC-17 rating?"

Ben smirks. "You're on."

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High hedges surround the patio. Perfect privacy. The sun-warmed stones feel good on my bare feet as I head outside to join Ben.

"I brought you a drink," I say.

Ben is sitting on a raffia couch, enjoying the view over the lake. He turns to look at me.

"Bozhe moy," he says. "Oh, my God. You didn't warn me."

On a dollar-to-fabric basis, the pink bikini was not good value for money. The top piece covers my nipples but little else, and the so-called briefs couldn't be any briefer. A thin strip of fuschia material hides my pussy. I have shoelaces that would provide almost as much coverage.

Ben is openly leering. I half expect his tongue to unroll like a horny cartoon character.

"Ben, you've seen menaked."

"I know." He takes the drink from the tray. "But this bikini is smaller than the one you wore in Hawaii."

I shrug. "You told me to pack light. I'm a good girl. I do what you tell me."

"I'll quote you on that."

Ben sips his drink and sets it on the side table. When he takes the tray from my hands, he notices the other things on it. He grins broadly.

"How isthatpacking light?" he laughs.

On the tray is my latest purchase. A treat to myself. A new dildo, a pretty one made of translucent pastel-purple silicone. Beside it is a bottle of water-based lube.

"I wanted to make sure I had space for these," I say. "I love having you inside me, but you can't be everywhere at once. And I'm nothing if not practical."

"I can see that." He puts the tray on the table and picks up the dildo, brandishing it at me. "En garde! Does this guy have a name?"

"What?" I chuckle. "I figured you'd be pissed off if I named it, let alone called it a 'guy'!"

"I told you, I love toys. You could name it after me."

I think for a moment and dissolve into giggles.

"Okay. His name is Benedick."

Ben raises an eyebrow at me. "I walked straight into that, didn't I? I regret everything. No name for the second-in-command."

"So what now?" I say, settling on the chair opposite. Ben puts the dildo on the table.

"Pretend I'm not here." He leans back, his hands behind his head. "Imagine you can't have me, and all you can do is fantasize while you play with yourself."

"ButIwant to—"

"You greedy slut." He slips his hand down the front of his shorts. "I'll get to you, I promise. Nowdoit."

I pick up the dildo. As I sit back down, I lift my feet onto the seat, draping my legs over the arms of the chair. I shuffle my back down the cushion until my plump pussy is on display, the pointless bikini already developing a wet patch. My fingers tug the fabric aside, and I stroke the blushing lips of my sex.

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