My shoulders rise with a deep inhalation of breath, and as I breathe out, I force them to fall as I remind him, ‘Well, that’s not your problem anymore.’
‘Was it ever a problem?’ His gaze makes a hot, lazy perusal of my body. ‘I don’t recall leaving you frustrated. Though I would’ve enjoyed watching you pet the pussy anytime, it would never be the result of frustration.’ Sitting up, he swings his legs over the side of the bed as he snatches my pyjama shorts, moving them out of my reach. ‘Foreplay yes, frustration no.’
‘Jesus. . .’ I blow out the word, tipping my head to the ceiling. The attitude of this man. And why does it feel like foreplay?
‘ThatI’m familiar with. God, too.’
Like a moth to a porch light, I find myself standing in front of him, standing in just my panties and pyjama top, my arms folded across my chest. ‘You’re so full of your own awesomeness, aren’t you?’
‘Play your cards right, and you could be full of my awesomeness, too.’
‘You’re delusional.’
‘And you’re wet.’
‘And that’s nothing to do with you.’
‘Are you trying to tell me that your Tinder fuck got you wet?’ Up from the bed, Ben takes a step, backing me up against the chest of drawers at my back. ‘Were you thinking of him when your fingers were dancing over your clit?’ His eyes are storm-dark as he lowers his head to my ear, whispering, ‘I didn’t think so.’
My eyes flutter closed as his warm breath caresses my neck, only to spring open again as I notice something peeking out from the pillows on the other side of the bed.
My basket of toys. And no, they aren’t Barbies.
‘You snooping bastard!’ He barely moves as I push hard on his pecs, almost as though he’d anticipated the blow.
‘Don’t blame me, blame the pussy,’ he says with a snide chuckle.
‘Go fuck yourself,’ I yell, pushing him again.
‘I’m not sure how to do that, half-pint,’ he says, grabbing my hands. ‘Maybe you could give me a demonstration. Tell me, did you use a dildo or vibe before your dental date? Were you worried his oral exam wasn’t going to be thorough enough?’
‘Get off me you bastard!’ Turning us, he pushes me down on the bed, one knee falling between my splayed legs.
‘Not until you tell me the answer. Did you use the big purple one?’ Above me, his eyes glitter wickedly. ‘I’d like to see you take it.’
‘Maybe I’ll ask Jarrod if you can watch,’ I retort.
‘The dentist? He might be good for your teeth,’ he answers with a gleam of sardonic amusement, ‘but he’s no good for you anyplace else.’
‘You know what else is bad for your teeth? I grate out, trying to pull my wrists from his hands, as angry as only a sexually frustrated woman can be. ‘That massive dildo you seem to love which, incidentally, your sister bought!’
‘If that’s how you’re using a dildo, you’re using the wrong orifice, Half-pint.’
‘I’m about to use the right orifice. If I could only... get .. . my.. . hands . . . free!’
‘Need any help with that?’ he asks silkily.
‘Unless you want to shove it up your own ass, the answer is no!’
Chapter 21
BEN
I laugh—laugh so long and hard I think I shock us both.
‘God, I’ve missed you so much, Nell.’
‘You can’t have,’ she counters quietly and with a small scowl. ‘It’s only been a couple of days.’
