was so turned-on he didn’t know what he was saying. “You don’t normally flirt, that’s all.”
“Oh, yeah.” She relaxed in his arms and began dancing with him again. “Sorry.”
He whispered in her ear again. “Don’t be. I like it.”
She shuddered beneath his touch, and Brock was tempted to call the game off and ask her to go home with him that night. But he didn’t want to rush her. When she came to him—and she would, on the twelfth day—he wanted her to do the asking, the begging.
“So, is there anything new?”
She swallowed visibly. “No.”
“The music is too loud to talk. Let’s get out of here. Want to go for a walk?”
She shuddered again. “Okay.”
They stepped out of the loud bar together and, despite the coats they’d grabbed on the way out, were hit with the frigid night air. He laughed. “I didn’t think this out well. It’s too cold for a walk. Do you want to go back inside?”
She held her jacket tightly around her and shook her head.
He gave her his sexiest smile. “Do you want to come home with me?”
She shook her head again, but her mouth parted slightly in excitement. “No, I can’t.”
He tucked one of her long blonde locks behind her ear. “Are you sure about that?”
“Yes. I promised not to . . . I mean, we barely know each other.”
“We’ve known each other for a long time, Kate.”
She took a step back, then blurted, “Can I just have your number?”
Brock smiled, wrote his cell number on a piece of paper, and handed it to her. “Sure.”
She pocketed it and took another step back. “I have to go.”
He hoped she was in a rush to get home for the same reason he was. He really wanted to sink into her wet sex, but he’d settle for talking her through an orgasm while he jacked off.
“Good night, Kate.”
She hurried toward her car, pausing to look over at him as she unlocked it. She frowned and shook her head, then climbed in.
Brock broke speed limits on the way back to his apartment.
I hope I don’t get pulled over.
Officer, you do not understand how important it is for me to get home—right now.
Chapter Six
By the time Kate drove up to the front of her house, she was shaking with pent-up sexual frustration. Her naughty elf was right: Fantasizing about someone in particular while her body awakened made all the difference. She’d turned on the Ben Wa balls during the drive home and had imagined what it would have been like to go home with Brock.
Would he have been gentle, as his personality implied? Or did he have a wilder side he concealed, as she did? Kate pulled into her garage, and as soon as the door closed she turned off her car, unbuckled the front of her jeans, slid her hand inside the front of her panties, and began to stroke herself with her middle finger.
She was hot even in the quickly cooling car. The balls within her moved around, now and then hitting a spot that had her gasping and rubbing herself furiously. A phone beeped in her purse and she ignored it, closing her eyes and bringing herself closer and closer to climax.
The phone beeped again, and Kate paused. It was the prepaid phone. She groaned and rummaged through her purse to find it.
Are you home?
Yes and no. I’m in my car in the garage. I didn’t even make it into the house.
Are you already touching yourself, Kate?
Yes. Now that I have someone to think about, this whole thing is even hotter. I can’t type right now. I can’t wait any longer.
You can and you will. Are the balls on?
Yes. I drove home with them on. They feel so good.
Take them out. Now.
No.
Yes, Kate. You almost had an orgasm without me. That’s not allowed. You have to be punished.
Listen, I’m loving your sex tips, but I’m not into punishment.
Get out of the car, Kate. Strip naked and take those balls out of you. Now.
It’s fucking freezing out there.
Yes, it is. You could have been in a warm bath tonight, but you
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