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I can’t fathom what prompted this sudden renewal ofinterest after all this time since our breakup. But whatever his reasons, I simply don’t have the emotional fortitude to entertain his advances anymore.

With a heavy sigh, I select each message and press the delete button, watching as they disappear one by one. It’s a small act of self-preservation, a boundary I’m finally enforcing to protect my peace of mind.

I retrieve the box I purchased earlier from my quick shopping spree and open it. The sight of the imposing pink device inside gives me pause.

Why did I buy this?

I’ve never owned one before—never even considered it when I was younger. And Johnny, well, he never liked me using toys.

But here it is, large and intimidating, a promise of something new. The saleswoman’s enthusiastic pitch echoes in my mind—three modes guaranteed to revolutionize pleasure, she said.

I swallow, a knot forming in my throat. I’m not even sure I’ll know what to do with it. But I’m here to get out of my boring life, to be brave.

Time to find out.

In the bedroom, I undress, each movement deliberate as I strip away layers of clothing. I retrieve the batteries and slot them into the device, hesitating for just a moment before pressing the power button. The vibrator hums to life, and I almost drop it, startled by the intensity.

That’s strong.

Curiosity piqued, I cycle through the different settings, each one producing a different response from the toy. Onesetting in particular causes it to twitch and writhe, and I can’t help but chuckle.

Settling onto the edge of the bed, I position the pink shaft between my legs, trying to relax. I’m tense, unsure, but determined to push forward. Closing my eyes, I brace myself and let the sensation wash over me.

It’s… nice.

Is this it?

It’s nothing like a man. Frustration bubbles up, and I’m about to give up when an image of Logan Valeur flashes in my mind. His sharp, blue gaze, his dark hair, his strong hands… a shiver runs down my spine, and suddenly, everything changes.

The device against my skin feels different, more intense, more connected. Heat flares through me as I imagine his lips, his touch, the way his voice would sound as he whispered dirty things in my ear.

Logan… why am I even thinking about him?

But the thought of him takes hold, refusing to let go. My breath quickens, and my body responds, hips swaying. I imagine Logan’s weight pressing down on me, his lips trailing over my skin, his hands rough and demanding.

He’d be intense, relentless. He’d make me beg for more.

With that thought, a surge of pleasure shoots through me, and I increase the pace, my hand gripping the sheets tightly. My free hand moves to my breast, pinching and teasing, pretending it’s his touch, his mouth.

I want him. God, I want him.

The fantasy builds, taking over my senses, driving me higher and higher. I can almost hear his voice, feel the heat of his breath on my neck, the rasp of his stubble against my skin.I’m so close, teetering on the edge of something vast, something uncontrollable.

Harder,I gasp, my voice raw with need. And then, everything shatters.

A wave of ecstasy crashes over me, pulling me under, drowning me in sensation. My body convulses, lost to the overwhelming force of my climax. I cry out, Logan’s name on my lips, even as reality slips away.

When I come back to myself, I’m trembling, breathless. The vibrator still humming softly in my hand. The saleswoman wasn’t exaggerating.

This thing… it blew my mind.

Chapter Four

LOGAN

Wasted, I stagger from the car, my body heavy with exhaustion. The delay in my flight has left me drained, both physically and mentally. Even the luxury of a private plane couldn’t shield me from airport delays.

Glancing at my watch, I curse under my breath. Two in the morning. Not the ideal time to arrive at my destination. I was supposed to be here early afternoon.