Page 59 of Anger Banger

Clearly, she won’t hesitate to tease me with someone present, but she won’t embarrass me by cranking it up. No problem, I can handle this.

That’s not how I feel by the afternoon. I may have been a bit too confident and underestimated her. Maren is sneaky. She’s good at catching me off guard when the toy comes on, sometimes on low—if anyone is around—sometimes full blast, nearly driving me to my knees. When I’m replacing ductwork. When I’m painting one of the community rooms. When I’m talking with the woman from the pool cleaning and restoration company. The only relief was a few brief moments when I removed the toy at lunchtime to take a piss and lube it up again. My balls are a constant ache and one of these times that it comes on full blast is going to send me over the edge. I’m too worked up. All I’ve been able to think about all day is fucking her senseless.

Only another half hour until our office hours are over and she’s in for it.

CHAPTER

SIXTEEN

MAREN

No one has come in for the last hour and all my work is done, so I close the office about twenty minutes early and head toward Rita’s place. She didn’t request for me to accompany Cooper this time while he works on her trailer, even though she isn’t home. He really has gained trust from a lot of the neighbors now.

Dylan gives me a wave as he enters Susan’s trailer a couple lots down, and I wave back. My steps are as quiet as possible when I enter and make my way down the hall. Cooper is in the back bedroom.

My original plan was to keep him on edge until tonight, but this is too good an opportunity to pass up. To make him sweat and fight not to come in the same room where he did it to me.

The grate from the floor vent is removed and he kneels, shining a flashlight into the duct. When he reaches down into it, I turn on the stroke function again. A curse jumps out of him, and he whips around to look at me, leaping to his feet.

“How the tables have turned.” His gaze lands on mine and a smile begins. It falls from his lips when I increase the speed and intensity. He glances toward the door. “Dylan is at Susan’s. There’s no one here,” I assure him.

He puts a palm on the wall and breathes deep through his nose. “You couldn’t wait a few more minutes to tease me?”

God, he’s sexy. That look of concentration on his face as he tries to keep control. “You made me come right here in this room, remember? Maybe I’ll return the favor.” His tongue delves into my mouth the second my lips touch his. A few steps and his back touches the wall. He moans and grabs my ass, pulling me to him until I can feel the toy working under his pants.

Without looking, I drag my thumb across the phone screen, stilling the toy. “But I’ll need to hear you beg first.”

“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t move,” he growls, spinning us around until my back is to the wall.

This time I activate all three modes, but only on the lowest setting. Enough to bring it all rushing back but keep him on the edge. “That doesn’t sound like begging. Just four little words. Please, let me come.”

“Fuck,” he groans, his hands on the wall, caging me in.

“Don’t you want to?” I murmur, planting a sucking kiss on his neck.

His nod is as frantic as his breathing. “I’m going to…”

“Not if you don’t beg.” His eyes leap to the phone as it’s wiggled in front of him. “Turning it off again in three, two?—”

“Please,” he rasps. “Please let me come.”

Well, that unlocked a new kink. His face is inches from mine and the way it contorts when I turn up the intensity all the way is fascinating. Seconds later, a long loud groan echoes through the room. I can’t take my eyes off him as he comes. His parted lips, eyes sealed shut, brow furrowed in what could be mistaken as pain.

My intention is to turn it down to low but not off, just to torture him a little. As I touch the screen, a violent tremble rocks his body, jarring me. My phone gets knocked from my hand. It falls, clatters against the edge of the open duct in the floor, then topples inside.

“Oh fuck, turn it off now,” Cooper gasps, oblivious to what just happened.

I drop to my knees and feel around in the duct, finding nothing but dust.

“Maren! Turn it off!” This time it’s a demand not a request.

“My phone fell in the duct! I can’t reach it.” Another attempt and my fingers just brush the edge of the case. It’s right past a turn in the ductwork and my arm can’t bend at the correct angle.

Curses and high pitched laughter spill out of him. Desperate, he unfastens his pants and shoves them down. His underwear goes with them.

He claws at the strap around his balls, lets it loose, then yanks the toy off him so hard that it makes a popping sound before it flies across the room. It thumps to the floor, whirring and clunking. The vibration powers it across the wood toward two sets of feet.

Oh no.

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