Slamming my door behind me, I begin to pace my room.
“Just because you’re horny doesn’t mean it has anything to do with anything other than the fact that it’s been a while since you’ve had an orgasm,” I say to myself. Pausing, I try to count the days since I last made myself come. “That’s it. This has nothing to do with Tanner and everything to do with the fact that it’s been three weeks since I masturbated.”
I open the bottom drawer of my nightstand, looking at my toys. I have a few, but I know my wand will get me there the quickest, and then whatever this feeling is will be out of my system.
Checking the time, I climb into bed and pull off my shorts and thong. Tanner won’t be back for a while, so I should have no problem finishing without getting caught.
Breathing out, I try to relax and clear my mind. Starting on the lowest vibration, I press the head against my clit.
This is nice. This feels good. This is what I needed.
I up the vibrations a couple of levels and begin to circle my bundle of nerves, applying a little bit more pressure.Warmth pools low in my belly, and I can feel myself winding tighter by the second.
My head falls back, and my eyes shut, but instead of darkness, all I can see is Tanner. My thoughts begin to run wild, and I couldn’t stop them if I wanted to.
I imagine what it would be like for him to touch me. What it would be like for him to watch me pleasuring myself like this. I wonder if he would like it, or if he would join me and want to play with me too.
Tension builds deep in my core with every thought. I imagine his large hands cupping my breasts and his tongue trailing down my body.
God, I want to feel his mouth on me.
I up the vibration one more time, grinding into the head of the toy, thinking about what it would feel like for him to fill me. One hand holds the toy firmly in place against my clit, and my other grips the sheets under me.
I continue to thrust my hips upward, the vibrations threatening to carry me over the edge, and then I find my release, riding out the waves of my orgasm with Tanner’s name on my lips.
Fuck. I guess that didn’t work the way I had planned.
Tossing the vibrator next to me, I run my hands down my face in a slow movement. This isn’t good. I can’t believe I…no way I…fuck, I just got off thinking about my roommate who is supposed to be absolutely nothing more than a friend.
I kick my feet and thrash against the mattress, letting out another “fuck” before swinging my feet over the edge and standing.
I get dressed and walk back into the living room, nervously checking my phone. Dolly sits in the corner of the room, and I feel my cheeks heat. There’s no way she doesn’t know what I just did, and if I thought I wasn’t sure what to think before, I definitely don’t know what to think now.
“Please withhold your judgment.”
She stretches then rolls onto her back, meowing loudly.
My mind is going in three thousand directions as I walk into the kitchen to find some food. I open the pantry and begin digging around, looking for something to make for dinner that doesn’t require use of the stove, but the pantry is a mess and it’s hard to find anything.
Settling for a bag of tortilla chips and some salsa from the fridge, I begin to snack and try to quiet my mind.
Just because you thought about him doesn’t mean you want anything to happen. It just means…well, fuck, I actually I don’t know what it means.
Without thinking, I start removing all of the items from the pantry shelves and place them on the counter. I might be a fucking mess, but I’ll be damned if I go to bed tonight with the pantry being one too.
CHAPTER 23: YOU’RE GOING TO NEED MORE BUTTER
TANNER
At nine, I pull into my parking spot, and I’m surprised to see lights coming from the apartment. Sliding out of the car, I notice I feel a little lighter, and for the first time since I agreed to be CEO, I don’t feel entirely miserable about the idea.
“Wren?” I call, walking through the door. Dolly jumps off the couch to greet me, and some One Direction song is blaring. “Wren? You still up?”
A loud bang comes from the kitchen, and I walk towards the sound, fully expecting to catch her trying to cook again, but instead I’m met with a huge mess and my very disheveled, but adorable, looking roommate. Every inch of the kitchen counters are covered with the entire contents of our pantry.
She’s holding a can of corn wearing tiny shorts that show off her toned legs and an oversized T-shirt. Her hair is pulled up into a bun on the top of her head, but it’s messier than usual—little bits of her hair sticking out in every direction.
Even like this, she’s absolutely stunning.
