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“What do you think it is, Theresa?” He switches back to my full name.

It’s my turn to falter as his gaze sinks into mine. I want to cave at the intense way he stares at me. It’s like he’s peering into my soul, ready to snatch it away.

“Well,” I start and drop my gaze to the floor, “I’m assuming something you use during sex, purely based on the number of condoms scattered around us right now.” I meet his eyes once again.

They have an air of mischief to them now. A little glint of humour, too.

“Your dirty little romance books never mentioned a vibrator?” He raises a brow. My mouth falls open and my eyes drop to the sex toy between us.

“Oh,” I say, struggling to find the words. “I didn’t think it would look like this.”

“They come in a lot of different sizes and shapes,” he says casually, as if talking about chairs or some other random household item. “This one is a more…realistic option.”

I nod absent-mindedly as I observe not only the shape of the object, but also the size. “How does it work?”

“No. We’re not doing that,” he says so quickly that I nearly jump.

In an instant, he’s bending down to gather the condoms. “I just came back to get my phone charger; I have to get back to work.”

“What? Why not? You were all but threatening me this morning that I belong to you, and now when I ask you to show me how a sex toy works, you’re running away,” I fire back, partially embarrassed, but more so annoyed at the sting of rejection his words carried.

He’s back in front of me a split second later, towering over me, forcing me to look up at him. He’s so close I can feel his body heat radiating off of him through the thin, flimsy fabric of this stupid chemise.

“I’m not running away; it’s a stupid sex toy, you can Google how it works. I’m surprised you haven’t done that before, anyway. If I show you, it’s going to be an interactive lesson, and I don’t think you’re ready for that yet.”

“Try me.” I stick my chin up higher, and he pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue.

“Don’t provoke me,tesoro. You’ll regret it.”

“I think you’re just scared.” I poke his chest just below where the shirt falls open. “After all, it’s just astupid sex toy.”

A loud vibration fills the air, and not even a second later, I can feel it against the skin of my thigh. I fight the urge to gasp at the strange sensation.

“Do you know what happens when you poke a bear too many times,tesoro?” he whispers next to my ear as he places a firm hand on my waist.

“You get honey?” I say, a grin spreading onto my lips as I meet his eyes.

“They bite,” he corrects me. He trails the vibrator from my outer thigh to my inner, and suddenly, the sensations heighten due to the sensitivity of the area.

“And because you poked too many times when you start begging me to fuck you,” he says, dragging it higher and higher, inching closer to my core, “I won’t be listening.”

The next thing I know I’m slumping forward as the vibrator makes contact with my clit through my panties. My hands grip his arms, nails digging into his biceps as the vibrations rip through me.

“This,tesoro, is how a vibrator works. Can I stop our lesson now? Or would you like to learn more?” he asks.

I press my forehead into his shoulder as I try to make sense of what he just said while also experiencing–what I can only explain as sheer euphoria–for the first time.

“Guess that’s the end of the lesson,” he says, pulling it back. I reach and grab his arm, trying to return the vibrator to its previous spot, but he strains against my grip.

“No,” I cry out.

“No? Then answer me when I ask you a question.”

“More…please.”

“See, that wasn’t that hard now, was it?” He returns it, and I nearly cry out as it makes contact with my clit again.

“So, back to our lesson,” he says casually, his hand around my waist still holding me up despite my legs feeling like mush. “It has a few different settings, too, depending on what you like. I think we should find out what you like, shouldn’t we,tesoro?”