I arched a brow. “If I don’t?”
“I’ll kill you.”
Keeping my chin lowered, I looked at her through half-lidded eyes. “Already tried that twice, little killer. Missed your opportunity.”
She frowned, hand clutching the blanket harder. “Third time’s the charm.”
I left the drawer open, popping the magnetic vibrator back on the Kindle as I walked to the end of the bed. “I thought we were over trying to kill me.”
Her cheeks warmed slightly as I leaned both knees against the edge of the mattress. “Who said that?”
“I did. Just now.” I leaned forward, falling onto a palm, and inched my way up the bed.
“What are you doing?” she asked, shifting her legs closer to her body, away from me.
I stopped when I met her feet and sat up on my knees. I set the Kindle beside me, then gathered the blanket in my hands and slowly slid it down her body. She attempted to hold on tighter, but I gave a firm tug and effectively pulled the material from her grip.
“Playing,” I said simply.
“I’m not a toy,” she grumbled as the blanket collected around her ankles. She was entirely exposed, and my cock strained in my jeans at the sight.I should’ve slept in my boxers. Fuck modesty.
“Who said I was playing with you? I want to try thisnew contraption,” I said, picking up the Kindle and waving it in the air. “Did you make this little thing? Because I’ve been to plenty of sex stores, and I’ve never seen anything quite like this.”
Her eyes fell to the vibrator perched between my pointer and middle finger. “It was easy.”
“Do tell,” I urged, nudging her legs apart with my knees so I could fit between them. Her pussy spread for me, already glistening. I mentally cursed myself. I wanted to see her unravel for me again, an addiction for the sight growing inside me. I could only get by with my cock rubbing against the uncomfortable zipper of my jeans for so long.
I crawled between her legs as she explained, “I attached a magnet to a phone grip base, and the other side to the end of a bullet.”
“Why’s that, little killer?” I hummed, lowering to my elbows. My warm breath coasted along her pussy, causing her to inhale sharply.
“For easy access,” she panted, already so desperate for me. She was a forbidden fruit, and I wanted nothing more than to taste what I did to her.
“When you’re reading your books”—I paused to blow a stream of air over her clit, and goosebumps rose on her thighs as she shivered—“do you need to come, Grace?”
“Sometimes,” she breathed, lowering herself to her pillow so she wasn’t straining herself on her elbows.
I clicked on her Kindle, finding a page of text. She’d stopped in the middle of a chapter, and from a glance at some keywords on the screen, it’d been during a rather heated scene.
“No password, hm?” I positioned the device right aboveher pussy, the bottom digging into the soft flesh of her upper thighs.
“No one ever goes in that drawer besides me.”
I arched a brow, running a finger along her slit. “No one?”
She shook her head.
“Not even your ex?” I asked, figuring I should’ve inquired on her relationship status before we fooled around the first time. A few months ago, Brynne, Booker, Austin, McKenna, and myself had run into Grace at a haunted house. She’d been standing beside a man who was clearly her boyfriend at the time.
A beat of silence passed, her thighs stiffening slightly, before she said, “I don’t want to talk about him.”
Interesting.Another time, then.
The pad of my finger circled her entrance lazily, rubbing her wetness around her glistening pussy.
Finding a good place to start, I began.
“Seated deep inside her, my cock bulged through her stomach?—”
