35. Renee

I wrench my eyes open and sit up in utter horror to see Weston standing framed in the adjoining doorway. I don’t know how I missed the sound of it opening, but it’s definitely open and it’s definitely him.

His arms are folded across his broad chest and his eyes are black with lust. His voice, when he speaks again, is tarnished steel. “I thought I just told you not to stop.”

The vibrator is still going in my limp hand. I swallow hard. That and the toy’s buzzing is the only sound I can hear. Everything else is deathly silent. The whole world is holding its breath, waiting to see what happens next.

“Again,” Weston orders. “I want to watch you fall to pieces for me.”

When he says it like that, I’m powerless to resist.

Slowly, like I’m still waiting for this all to turn out to be some sick, twisted, tequila-soaked dream, I drag the vibrator back between my legs.

“Use your hand to play with your clit while you fuck yourself with the vibrator.” When I start to move too fast, my gaze never leaving his, he shakes his head. “No. Slower. Slide it out further, so just the tip is inside your pussy.”

I do exactly as he says. I can feel, way deep in the marrow of my bones, the very beginnings of the kind of orgasm that changes lives.

“Are you thinking about me?” he asks. He stays rooted in place, even though all I want is for him to be here doing this himself.

“Yes,” I whisper as the pressure inside of me builds and his gaze darkens blacker than black. “Oh, God, yes.”

“And you want my tongue on your clit? Circling, tasting you with every stroke of that vibrator in and out of your hot, wet little pussy?”

Oh, God. There’s something about dirty talk that I wasn’t really aware I liked before. Felix wasn’t into it, so we never even bothered… but this is… Fuck, I’m so close.

“Are you going to come, Renee?”

I nod helplessly. Words are tight in my throat. My whole body is taut to the breaking point. I can’t possibly last much longer.

“For me?”

I nod again. God, I wish he was touching me. But he isn’t coming closer. He’s staying right where he is, on the far side of some invisible line I want more than anything for him to cross.

My body coils even tighter.

“Faster now.” I can hear him breathing, heavy and husky. “Faster. Faster.”

“I’m—I’m—” I’m spluttering so stupidly. I can’t even finish the sentence. I’m right there… right there… right…

“Come for me, princess.”

I don’t need more encouragement. As soon as he says it, BOOM. My world erupts. There’s a moment where my breath catches and my mind is wiped completely blank. Then it’s fireworks everywhere, sensation everywhere, I feel like I’m glowing and twitching and sweating and moaning incoherently.

I come for what feels like minutes on end. When it finally finishes having its way with me, the vibrator falls from my slack fingers and plops onto the duvet. My chest rises and falls with heavy breathing.

I open my eyes again. Weston is still where he was when I left him. When he sees me watching, the corner of his mouth turns up in the tiniest of smirks.

Without ever looking away, he bends over and picks up the panties I discarded on the floor earlier. “For my collection,” he explains as he tucks them into his pocket. “Next time, lock your door.”

Then he’s gone. The door closes behind him. I hear the deadbolt on his side slide home.

When I get home after the road trip, I notice a white box on the floor in front of my door. I pick it up and carry it inside. It’s not heavy, but it’s long-ish and tied with a red bow.

I set it on the table and throw my laundry in the washing machine before I come back and open it.

I pop open the lid to reveal a solid gold vibrator. The package explains its key feature in an elegant script: “Bluetooth-enabled. Hook it to your lover’s phone and let the games begin.”

There’s a note tucked inside the box, too. It’s unsigned, but I don’t have to guess who sent it.

For the next time you think you’re going to get off without me… Forget it.