Page 49 of The Temporary Fiancée
When I open the box, I have to stifle my squeak of surprise and laughter. Nestled into the box is a bright pink, silicone vibrator. My jaw drops, and I quickly retreat into my bedroom, shutting the door. There’s a note in the box, lying on top of the gift. I snatch it up and begin to read.
Olivia,
Have this housewarming gift, on me. I figure there’s no need for either of us to be celibate and miserable, so here’s something to make the next six months fly by. Enjoy, roomie.
Reed
It shouldn’t bea nice gift. In fact, itshouldprobably register as inappropriate. Or dangerously close to a breach of our contract.
But it is a nice gift. The best gift he could’ve given me.
Every morning, he comes back from his private gym shirtless, in low-slung sweats, the elastic band of his boxer-briefs visible at his waist. I’ve been dying. He’s been killing me.
Ireallyneeded this.
I spend a couple of minutes inspecting the new vibe. It’s high end, with a dozen different settings, the perfect thing to take the edge off, just like I suggested to Reed last night.
The gift-giver himself is currently moving around in the kitchen by the sound of it, bacon sizzling as some other savory scent wafts down the hallway. A cabinet door opens and closes, and I hear the faint clink of a coffee mug against the counter.
Whatever he’s cooking for breakfast smells amazing, but it can wait. I need a shower first, and honestly, I’m not ready to face him yet after receiving this gift.
But Iamready to use it… and luckily, this new vibe is definitely waterproof.
I head for the shower in my attached bathroom, strip down and get in, then turn the water on as hot as I can stand it. I set the vibrator down on the little built-in shelf while I wash my hair, and the bathroom fills with the warm, herbal smell of my bodywash as steam fogs the glass. Once I’ve rinsed out the shampoo and cleaned myself off, I grab the vibrator. It’s sleek in my hand, slippery against my wet fingers, and when my thumb finds the power button, it hums to life in my palm.
I cycle through the settings until I find the heated option, because there’s really nothing like warm silicone against sensitive skin. The toy heats up quickly, going from cool to body warm in under a minute. Worth every penny.
There are too many vibration patterns to pick from, but I settle on one that pulses in slow, deep beats, which seems perfect for what I have in mind. I’m already wet before the toy even touches me. The sound of it alone, that low buzz blending with the rush of the water, has me aching.
I plant one hand flat against the cool tile and brace my feet apart on the wet floor, then guide the vibrator down between my legs. The moment it touches my clit, I know I’m not going to last long, but that’s okay. This first round is just to take the edge off.
It doesn’t take long at all. The pulsing rhythm builds fast, the heat of the silicone making everything feel more intense, and I’m gasping within a minute. The orgasm crashes over me harder than I expected, and my hand presses flat against the tile for balance.
My clit is still throbbing when I switch to a gentler setting, because I want the next one to last. I drag the toy slowly over my folds, collecting wetness that has nothing to do with the shower, and when I start to get close again, I ease off. Not yet. I want to draw this one out.
Eyes closed, with hot water running down my back and shoulders, I let myself think about Reed. I remember the weight of his body over mine last night, the way his mouth felt against my throat, the scrape of his stubble across my skin. I remember the look on his face when he was on his knees between my legs, like he couldn’t decide whether to take his time or devour me whole. He made me feel like the only person in the room every time he looked at me.
I press the toy back against my clit, picturing his tongue instead.
You taste so fucking sweet. Reed’ voice surfaces in my head, clear as anything.I could do this all night.
My breath stutters, and I slide the toy inside, my thumb still working my clit while I pretend it’s him filling me up. With my hand braced against the wall again, I arch my back and spread my legs wider, letting the water hit the back of my neck and run down between my shoulder blades. In my head, he’s behind me now, and I can almost feel his hand fisted in my hair, his chest hot against my back.
This pussy is fucking perfect,he says in my memory.Come on, Olivia. Come for me.
I’m chasing it now, hips moving against the toy, not even trying to be quiet. The tile is slick under my palm, my fingers slipping a little every time I rock forward, and I can almost hear him groaning underneath the sound of the water.
When I come, it knocks the air out of me and my knees nearly give. I cry out into the steam, my pussy clenching, and for a long second the only thing I can hear over the water is the ragged sound of my own breathing.
It takes a while before I can stand up straight. I’m leaning against the tile, water still pounding down on my shoulders, and my heart is hammering in my ears. The vibrator is still going in my hand, and I fumble with the button until it finally shuts off.
As the intensity of the orgasm finally starts to ebb away, my heart trips inside my chest as a thought dawns on me. In the peak of my orgasm, did I accidentally cry out Reed’s name?
Oh fuck. My pulse kicks up, the sudden jolt of adrenaline that shoots through my body at that idea making my stomach flip over on itself.
No. No way. The walls in this apartment are thick. I can’t have beenthatloud.
Right?
