But it’s the intriguing part that draws my fingers into the drawer toward some contraption called a rose. I tug the device from the drawer and discover it’s a two-part toy. One part rose with a tongue and one part dildo.
I glance back toward the door, but there’s only silence. No click of the deadbolt releasing. No rattle of the knob.
God only knows how long I’ll be left on my own. Maybe Elliot’s back at the auction, bidding on another prize. I’m not sure if the rules allow that, but considering the way he silenced the entire audience with his over-the-top bid, he’s probably allowed to do whatever the hell he wants in this place.
Whatever he wants to me, a naughty little voice whispers in my head.
Wetness pools between my legs, and I’m desperate for a release.
Elliot never said anything about not entertaining myself in his absence, which is why I take the rose device to the bed. What’s the harm in having a little fun while I wait to see what fate awaits me?
I tug down my black lace panties, leaving them on the floor as I toss the lush comforter to the side and settle into the silk sheets.
At home, I hide my toys beneath the layers of blankets—mostly so my cat, Meatloaf, won’t pounce out of nowhere determined to kill said toy. But here, in this exotic sex chamber, I feel brazen. I leave the sheets tossed aside, exposing myself.
I hike up my dress until it’s bunched around my hips—much like I did in the fantasy I pictured with Elliot bending me overthe cushioned sawhorse—butterfly my legs open, and press the button to turn on the vibrator.
The dildo starts pumping unexpectedly in my hand, and I start with a shriek.
Then I laugh.
“Wow, this is…animated.”
It’s a small dildo, but I have no doubt with it’s pointed tip that it’ll do the trick once it’s inside me. I press it to my opening and push it into my sopping wet channel. My hips roll as it slides inside, and I sigh at how impossibly good it feels. Am I imaging Elliot’s cock pressing inside me in its place? Yes, yes I am.
And I don’t care how wrong it might be. I’ve needed this since Elliot turned me away yesterday.
An image of his face flashes behind my eyes, and I moan again.
He’s not wearing the grumpy, asshole expression though. Not in my fantasy. He’s wearing the same wicked look he did that day in his hallway. One that promised he wanted to devour me, even though he had no idea who I was or why I was in his house.
Had Adam not announced his presence two seconds before appearing in the same hallway, there’s a solid chance I’d have let Elliot fuck me up against the wall.
I press the second button to activate the tongue on the center of the rose, laughing again at how animated it is.
I spread my pussy lips and place the tongue between them as the small but mighty dildo pulses inside me.
“Oh,” I groan, alarmed at how quickly pleasure builds in my core.
The door flies open.
Elliot slams it shut behind him.
“Fuck,” I cry out, unable to yank the sex toy free. I’m too close—toogone. “Elliot,” I cry out, unaware of my slip-up untilthe pleasureful moan of his name escapes my throat. But it’s too late to take it back. Too late to use words or reason. I explode from the inside out, and this man with his back against the door watching me only heightens the euphoric pleasure that ripples through me.
I have zero regrets.
CHAPTER 4
ELLIOT
The imageof Kayleigh spread eagle on the oversized bed, a toy between her legs as she pleasures herself will forever be burned into my mind. Christ, the way she saidmyname as she locked her gaze with mine and came apart will fucking haunt me long after I’m gone from this earth.
It took every ounce of restraint I had not to tackle her in that bed and fuck her senseless.
To claim her.
“I don’t understand why we’re doing this,” Kayleigh says as she stuffs clothes into the suitcase she’ll take to the airport in a few days.
