Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 148473 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 742(@200wpm)___ 594(@250wpm)___ 495(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148473 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 742(@200wpm)___ 594(@250wpm)___ 495(@300wpm)
A gust of breath crosses her lips. She parts her legs slightly, revealing a wet spot and making me grin like a goddamn rock star.
“Like this?” she asks, playing along.
“Just like that, wife,” I say, then nod to the bedroom door. “Want to see your housewarming present now?”
“I do,” she says.
I tear myself away from the bed and pad downstairs, powered by determination and lust, and grab the bag from Risqué Business. I take the steps two at a time, returning to the bedroom in less than a minute.
When she sees the pink bag I’m holding, her eyes widen. “Asher,” she says, my name like a filthy prayer.
I cross the dark blue carpet and sit on the edge of the bed, my dick hardening again. I set the bag down and lean closer to her. “I believe you once said it takes you five supersize vibrators.”
A shudder runs down her body. Then she nods. “I said what I said.”
“And I listened. I wanted you to have everything you need to be happy. Happy wife, as they say.”
“Can I see them?” She sounds like it’s Dirty Christmas and she’s just discovered the battery-operated gifts of her dreams under the tree.
“I’ll show you,” I say, but first I take the bag to the bathroom, wash off each one, dry them, then return.
“Finally,” she says with a pout.
“It’s better this way.” I dip a hand into the bag, taking out the so-called Thruster. It’s long and thick. “Fourteen speeds,” I say, and then grab another. The Flutter. It’s a circle, but with an open end. “Goes inside and outside.” I take one more from the bag. It’s a modern take on the traditional rabbit with a shaft and vibrating ears, but with some kind of newfangled flutter technology. “This one I’m told is like an instant orgasm.”
“Oh god,” she gasps.
I show her the others. A Soft Touch, and a Finger Puppet. “Gotta love the name.” I furrow my brow, holding up the pink finger toy. “Shoot. This is no good,” I say, like I’ve just discovered a huge problem.
“Why?” she asks. No, she whines.
“Well, you said supersize. It’s a bullet-size. My bad,” I say, then drop it back in the bag. “It’s not used so maybe we can return it?” I ask innocently, but she flies up, grabs my wrist, and shakes her head. “I want it.”
Her voice is raw, husky.
“Well, it is your gift, I suppose,” I say, then flash her a grin. “Should I leave you here with them?”
Like hell am I leaving her alone with five toys. But I need her to want this game. To agree to these rules. I need her to want it as much as she wanted to watch me get off.
She shakes her head so fast. “No.”
I adopt a confused look. “No?”
“Asher,” she says, like a plea.
“Yes?”
She closes her eyes, then like it pains her, she takes a deep breath and opens them. “You pick.”
Music to my fucking ears.
I lean closer, sinking deeper onto the bed. “Right. Because sex complicates everything, right. Including a marriage?” I ask, smoothly, confidently, using her words on her.
“It does.”
“But orgasms don’t?”
“Orgasms are fine.”
“Fine? Just fine?” I ask, playing with my food a little longer.
She bangs a fist against the mattress. “More than fine. God, please. Use one. Fuck me with it. Just fuck me with it now. I can’t stand how turned on I am,” she says, then shoves her hands into her hair, a desperate act of a woman undone.
And I’m a man breaking. But also holding tight to a shred of control—a control I need. I rise from the bed, leave her with the bag, then lift a finger. “But no touching, right?”
“Yes. Dammit. Fine. Whatever,” she says, so frustrated, so wound up…
“Just a little horny, honey?” I ask, tilting my head.
She narrows her eyes at me. “If you’d watched me get off, you’d be horny too.”
I bend down and dip my face to hers, dusting the tip of our noses together. “You’re right,” I say, then brush my lips dangerously near to hers. Everything inside me screams kiss her. My body burns with the need to touch her, but I don’t. I’m having too much fun with her desire. “I would be horny, so let me help you.”
I step away. Head to the closet. Grab some ties. When I return, I say, “Just to make sure you’re not tempted to touch me.”
She draws in a sharp breath. “You’re going to tie me up and fuck me with a toy?”
“Just following the rules.”
She smiles wickedly and moves quickly so before I can tie up her wrists, she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her leggings and skims them down, pushing down her panties too, like she’s afraid I’d leave them on.
And just like that, she’s in control. Because she’s half-naked and her perfect, pink pussy is on display for me. Wet, pretty, and glistening. I groan as I stare wantonly at her. It is going to be so fucking hard not to touch her.