He laughs. “Fine. An easier question, then. Have you fucked yourself to me before?”
I shake my head instinctively, but he grabs my chin, pinching it between his forefinger and thumb. I smell my arousal on his fingers. “You’ll learn, baby, that I don’t like to be lied to. Otherwise, I might take this toy away right before you finish. That wouldn’t feel good, would it?”
He pulls it out of my pussy just the tiniest bit and frustrated tears fall.No, no not again.
His gaze holds me captive, daring me to deny him. “Want to try again?”
I nod, practically pleading. “I did.”God, please just let me finish.
“You did,what?”
He’s toying with me. The bastard wants me to say it.
“Ifuckedmyself to you.”
He presses the toy back inside, fully sheathed inside my pussy and I groan. This feels too good, I don’t want him to stop. I’ll say whatever I need to, just so he keeps doing this.
He presses the toy to my clit and I moan, low and wanton. My legs open wider and he chuckles. His eyes don’t leave my slit, tongue darting out as if he can taste my release in the air.
“Did you scream my name?”
“Yes.” The orgasm is building hard and fast, like an incoming angry wave and I’m ready to let it pull me down into the surf.
“Good. Do it again.” He twists the toy and rubs that spot.
Everything fires. Lightning strikes and I scream his name, loudly, as the walls shake with my explosion. It’s hot and cold and I see blinding white stars as I fully surrender to the orgasm.
Dropping back, my eyes flutter and I lay there, spent. He removes the toy from me, and licks it clean. When he sees me staring, he winks. “You taste like Heaven, viper. Like I’d waste that?”
He lifts the glasses from my face, pulling the covers up to my chin. I should shower—I’m drenched in sweat and release, but I can barely form words and my eyes are dropping.
“See? You needed that.” He presses a chaste kiss to my forehead. “I know you, Collins. Rest. Get some sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
I don’t respond, eyes closing, mind blank for the first time ever as he turns toward the bathroom.
20
COLLINS
Iawakened the next morning in my bed, caged beside Hayes, wrapped in his stifling body heat. My body is deliciously sore, but the realization of what we did last night hits me like a bus.
Fuck.
Not wanting to wake him, or have a really awkward conversation, I quickly showered with burning cheeks, and grabbed a clean set of scrubs. I effectively avoid the consequences of my night by running away to the hospital to start my clinicals early.
I don’t feel guilty for what we did—but it does complicate everything. Our relationship, this deal, Hell, my feelings.
Because I’ve always had a crush on Hayes. Who wouldn’t? Despite his arrogant attitude, he’s a good man, capable of intense moments of kindness, balanced with his violent streak. Does that mean he wants me? No.
I can still feel his breath on my neck as he fucked me with my toy.
Boundary? Crashed and burned.
I don’t know how to process this. What it means—for us, the deal, anything. As far as I know, it could have been a casual hookup for Hayes and nothing more. If so, great. I can do that. I’ve had plenty. But if it’s more?
Nope. Not thinking about it. I refuse to get my hopes up.
Instead, I throw myself into the morning rounds, documenting the other nurses and pitching in when I can. It’s tedious work, filing and documenting, but the nurses are kind and it keeps me from thinking of last night.
