It feels too fucking normal looking at her like this. Why am I wondering what it would feel like for this to be my normal?Ournormal?
“Daddy, look at my new earmuffs!”
That comment causes Flo to blow a raspberry, and she shoots my son a thumbs-up. “Looking mighty fashionable, my dude.”
I lower my voice as I say, “Why the hell is my son running around with your bra on his head?”
“He took it out of my bag and said it’d be perfect for his costume. I wasn’t going to take his new earmuffs from him.”
“They’re not earmuffs, Flo.”
“I know that, and you know that, but he doesn’t know that.” Her eyes hold amusement, and they shift down to my boisterous son rushing upstairs before she drags them back to me, cocking a brow.
“Trouble,” I mutter as I stare at the ceiling, shaking my head. “All you cause me is trouble.” I look at her now, my jaw clenched. “You shouldn’t just leave anything lying around for him to take. What’s next? He’s going to pull a vibrator out of your bag, thinking it's some kind of weird-shaped rocket ship?”
Flo chuckles. “Don’t be ridiculous. I leave my vibrators in the cabin.”
My heart skips a beat. Images of Flo pleasuring herself with her toys in my cabin, just forty feet away from me, pop into my mind. And they’re stuck, filling every crevice. Every corner. Every cell. They immediately rush to my dick, and there’s no way of stopping them.
I bet she looks fucking mesmerising coming apart, but I’m not just imagining it happening in the cabin alone. I want her under me, nails scraping my back as she arches into my chest, her mouth forming my name over and over again.
Great. A pulsating boner is not what I need right now.
That was meant to be a joke.
Flo’s tinkering laugh brings me right back down to Earth. “What? Shocked that a woman actually pleasures herself?”
“No… I’m not.” I don’t get nervous, but I’m finding it harder and harder to stop the twisting and turning of my stomach. “I’m… just shocked we’re having this conversation.”
She runs a hand through the strands of hair flopping from her claw clip. “You started it, and to be honest, vibrators are usually better than men at finding the clit.”
This woman needs to stop. There’s no way she just said the wordclitin front of me, and now all I can think about doing is crashing my lips to hers and showing her how much better than a vibrator I can be.
That glint in her eyes—sharp and amused—is burning hotter than it should, almost like she’s daring me to say or do something.
I shouldn’t be feeling this way. I know better, yet here I am, letting my eyes trace her body for longer than is appropriate, like a fool.
I don’t know why I ask what I do next. “Have you used them since being here?”
Flo’s blues widen briefly before they settle back into their usual almond shape, and her lip flicks up in a smirky smile. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
I would. Ireallywould.
“That’s why I asked, trouble.”
She purses her plump lips. “Yes.”
“In my cabin?”
“Yes.”
“God,” I grumble, scrubbing a hand down my cheek. My dick tightens. “Did you finish?”
Crossing her arms over her chest, pushing her breasts up without meaning to, Flo flashes a mischievous smile. “Why? Worried about my sex life?”
“Did you finish, Flo?”
She gulps, eyes flickering with arousal. “Yes. I finished.”
