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CALLIE

I leaned up against my bedroom door and practically slammed it shut behind me.

What the hell was I thinking, suggesting a kiss?

Yeah, it would be weird to kiss for the first time with people watching, but how would it be remotely better with no one around to stop this from getting out of control?

I am undeniably attracted to my boss, and watching him be the most attentive daddy to Crew only amps me up worse.

There is a reason they tell men to borrow puppies and babies if they are trying to attract women.

Yes, the ovaries are firing, and my eggs are dropping double time.

Since the moment Kelsey left, the teasing and flirtation started, and it’s not even something I can control.

And now, alone in my room, I had two choices.

I could breathe through it and calm the fuck down, or I could take the edge off and see if an orgasm or two would help me with this major problem.

Whelp, I don’t know anyone who ever regretted choosing an orgasm. Unless the choice includes another human being, it’s always good, safe, and fun when you’re alone. Involving another person, specifically my boss, the person my body craved right now? That would be a terrible choice.

My toy collection would be one of great pride if I could comfortably share its existence with anyone other than Monica.

Even she didn’t know the extent of what I owned.

Zander hated toys and tried to make me feel ashamed of them.

What he didn’t understand, or even know, was that I was raised by a woman who thought women should be free to explore their sexuality safely.

No one had a right to yuck on someone else’s yum.

And tonight, I was pulling out the big guns.

I slipped out of my shorts and changed into an oversized t-shirt, letting my bra drop to the floor.

My nipples hardened with the friction against my shirt and anticipation.

I cupped my breasts with both hands, rolling my nipples between my thumb and forefinger.

Fuck, they were sensitive. I pushed away thoughts of Zander and his criticism of the size of my nipples and how he never knew what to do with them.

I had caught Tom appreciating my breasts multiple times in the last few days, and yeah, he’d know exactly what to do with them.

I released my breasts, reveling in the feeling of the continued friction against my shirt, and made my way to my nightstand, carefully selecting my toys.

I laid my rose suction toy with a thrusting dildo attachment on the bed and added my nipple suction toys to tonight’s play plan.

Tonight, I needed all the hands-free stimulation I could get.

All I needed to worry about was keeping quiet.

I arranged myself on the bed, shifting the t-shirt up to expose my entire body.

I had never been self-conscious; I loved every part of my body, mainly the curve of my breasts, the tight peaks of my nipples.

I placed the nipple suction toys on each breast, set to moderate stimulation, and gasped at the sensation.

Fuck, I could come just from my nipples being touched or sucked, but tonight I needed more.

I spread my legs wide, tracing my clit with one finger, testing to see if I needed lube for my toys.

Unsurprised, the dildo slipped right inside me, and I settled the rose suction against my clit.

I turned the toys on, my head dropping back onto the pillow, arms above my head, gripping the headboard, imagining my arms bound and Tom’s mouth on my clit, his fingers expertly pumping in and out of me.

I bit my lip, trying to stay as quiet as possible, but I was unable to avoid thrashing as the sweet pressure continued to build.

I puffed out my breath, fighting the urge to fall over the edge, wanting to extend the play, letting the tension build as high as possible before my release.

The bed squeaked as my body began to quake, the tension building, making it difficult to keep still.

I was able to hold back the moans that I normally would have let rip if I were alone in my apartment, but I couldn’t hold back the pants, taking a sharp breath in before releasing one long groan as my body found a long, hard, and deep release.

I quickly turned off the vibrators; the stimulation soon became too much, and I tried to slow both my heart rate and my breathing.

My legs flopped to the side; my body was completely boneless. Yep, that was exactly what I needed.

I heard a quiet knock on the door just before Tom called out, “Is everything okay in there?”