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Jaydon

I feel my arms about to give out on my final rep, and I barely push the bar back into place.

Fuck. I normally have a spotter, but this was a last-minute decision.

I sit up, catch a whiff of stale sweat and rubber, and feel the sting of sweat drip into my eyes. Reaching for the bottom of my shirt, I pull it up, swiping the moisture from my face.

I feel the heat of someone's stare, and when I look over, I see a woman ogling my rippled body. She can look all she wants, but that’s all she’ll be doing. I roll my lips inward and bite back any comments that roll through my head.

Sure, she looks good, and I would have taken the chance in the past to talk to her.

But the only woman I want is probably sitting at my house right now and thinking of ways to make my life a living hell.

I’m sure she’s wearing those tiny little shorts—the ones that show off her perfect round ass—driving me fucking insane in the process.

My phone buzzes with a notification, and I feel my face turn up with a grin when I see who it's from.

Speak of the devil herself.

Peachy: Where the hell are you? I thought you were making dinner tonight, and I’m starving.

Fuck. I forgot all about dinner.

My mind has been preoccupied with thoughts of eating something else all afternoon—her.

I pulled back after our little heated session earlier, not wanting to push, and I felt the change in her mood instantly.

I want to fucking ravish her body, spend days worshiping her, showing her all the ways she deserves to be treated.

Sure, we play this back-and-forth game, but I’m only taking what she’s willing to give me.

I had to get to the gym and work out my frustrations. But it still isn’t helping with the buildup of emotions swirling inside me.

Jaydon : Be home shortly… picking up dinner on the way home .

I wipe down the equipment, grab my stuff, and head out—already craving more than just food.

Ellie

I sent Jaydon a text earlier, wondering where the hell he is, mostly because it’s his turn to cook tonight. And now it's getting late, and I’m starving.

We came home after work, following a ride home in mostly silence. Then he left again shortly after. I can't keep up with the back-and-forth of our relationship—if you can even call it that.

I’ve been up in my room most of the evening, reading my spicy romance, and to be honest, it's gotten me all worked up. I’m in my favorite tank and sleep shorts, and I’m still flushed from the heat.

When I walk into my bathroom to freshen up, I hear something that sounds like water running in the toilet. I jiggle the handle to see if that will work, but no luck.

Well, fuck. I have no idea how to fix this.

Grabbing my phone, I send Jaydon a text:

Ellie : Hey, how long before you get home? Something is wrong with the toilet in my bathroom.

Jaydon : Be home in about ten minutes.

My stomach grumbles when I read the text.

“All good. Come on, dinner’s probably cold by now,” he says, placing the cover on the back of the toilet.

It turns out the toilet was just running, and it was an easy fix. I have no clue what he did, but it's working now. I follow him back into my bedroom.

“Thanks for fixing it. I had no clue.”

“It was an easy fix, Peachy.”

I roll my eyes at the nickname.

His eyes scan the room, and for some reason, he’s making me uncomfortable. His lips slowly turn up at the corners as he stares across the room before quickly turning back to me .

“So, it seems your nightstand is a male,” he says, biting back a grin as his eyes cut over to my nightstand once again.

My face scrunches up. What the hell is he talking about?

He starts in the direction of my bed, and it finally hits me. I know exactly what he’s talking about. I take off, leaping across the bed. He still gets there before me, picking it up and waving it above my head. His laughter fills the room as I try jumping to grab it from him.

My fucking vibrator.

I haven't exactly had anyone meeting my needs recently, so I had to take care of myself.

“Give it back, Jay. I forgot to put it away after it dried.” I plead, praying he’ll have mercy on me. But the look in his eyes tells me he’ll give me anything but that.

His snarky chuckles ripple through my body. “Purple? A purple fucking dick, Ellie?” he cocks an eyebrow, casting a look of disbelief over my body.

I inwardly groan.

He’s loving this.

“Just… please give it back,” I ask, looking up at him, begging. “And we can pretend like this never happened.”

He grunts, and I know that will never happen.

“You want it back, Peachy?” He taunts, leaning closer over me and pushing me back towards the bed.

The entire mood in the room shifts. I can feel the exact moment it happens.

I take one step back to give myself space from his now heated gaze, but my backside hits the bed. He continues pushing, not saying a word. Everything feels like it’s in slow motion. I can't help but fall under his spell. His gorgeous eyes cut into the depths of my soul.

His thick thigh presses me into the bed, holding me in place.

“Jaydon,” I beg, all hope of him actually listening lost. But I try regardless.

He raises it between us, still just out of my reach, and presses the button, turning it on. My heart speeds up with anticipation.

Fuck him and what he does to me.

He’s everything I shouldn’t want.

But all the reasons still don’t compete with my need for him.

He puts the tip to my chest, causing my nipples to harden instantly. I could so easily grab it at this point, but my need for him and my curiosity wins, and I let him have his way with me.

He drags it cautiously down between my breasts, across my belly button, and directly to my waiting, thinly clothed clit.

Fuck, the things this man does to me. My breaths turn to pants.

Needing more.

Needing him.

Needing him to do anything and everything he wants with me. His tatted, veiny arms taunt me. I want to lick every inch. I want them wrapped around me.

I want his hands on my neck, holding me down.

I feel wetness drip between my thighs, needing more.

He continues rubbing circles with the vibrating silicone tip, then switching rhythm and gliding it up and down over my thin sleep shorts.

He’s hard. His erection pressing tightly against my thigh, impossible to ignore. The memories of him in my mouth flood my thoughts, sending heat running rampant through my body.

I want to taste him again.

I look up at his face, and he watches me with that wicked spark in his eyes, biting the corner of his bottom lip. He's so fucking sexy. Every fucking inch of him is godlike.

I try fighting it as long as I can, but my moans slip free.

I’m teetering on the edge, just watching him bring me pleasure. My eyes roam his body, his intense eyes, his strong arms, down to the bulge in his sweat pants. All lighting my insides on fire, and I’m about to fall off the cliff.

“Peachy…” his deep voice commands my eyes to his. “You wanna come?” His eyes tighten .

“Yes.” My answer comes out like a ragged breath as he continues to circle my clit.

He’s teasing, circling, pushing me closer.

“You gonna come now for me?”

My only response is a moan. My eyes close, and my head falls back. I’m about to drift into exotic bliss. The pressure on my pussy feels amazing. He’s hitting the perfect spot.

Then it's gone.

I pop my head up, and my eyes go wide when he takes a step back. I lean on my palms, pushing myself up.

Motherfucker.

“What the hell are you doing, Jaydon?”

His tongue swipes his lower lip when he tosses the vibrator on the bed, still buzzing.

His chest shakes with his cocky laughter, “fucking with you, Ellie. The same way you have constantly been fucking with me.” he backs away, “Payback’s a bitch, sweetheart.” He says, making his way to exit my bedroom.

But I don’t miss the fact that he reaches down, squeezing his dick as he walks.

Oh no, he doesn’t.

This fucking asshole.

Rage hits me. I’m fucking pissed and need to come. I grab the only thing close to me, my purple dick, and rush to the door chasing him. He hears me and takes off down the hall towards the stairs.

But I have good fucking aim.

I pull back over my shoulder and sling it as hard as I can.

I watch as it flips end over end down the hallway, hitting him in the upper back and neck.

“Goddammit! What the fuck, Ellie?” His deep voice rumbles.

That’s what you get, motherfucker.

He reaches up behind his neck, rubbing the spot it hit as he turns around to glare at me.

My favorite purple vibrator—now a suspect in a crime—is just lying on the hardwood floor, taunting me, vibrating around in lazy circles.

“You deserved it, asshole!” I cock an eyebrow, waiting for his comeback.

He shakes his head, pausing for a beat, then bursts out laughing and turns to head down the stairs. He’s slowly disappearing with each step when he yells, “You better pick that up, Peachy. You might need to use it later.” And his loud cackles bounce off the walls as he continues down the stairs.

“I hope your fucking balls hurt,” I scream in annoyance.

I can't believe this fucking asshole.

Jaydon

She’s fucking pissed. I know it.

Hell, I would be, too.

I know it was a dick move, messed up, so fucking messed up. I shouldn't have done that to her. I know there will be hell to pay later. But she gets to me so fucking bad. I just have to fuck with her.

I love spinning her up into a frenzy. It fuels my cockiness just knowing I can do that to her, affect her that way—just simply knowing I have the ability to fuck with her on that level like no one else does.

A weird sense of pride runs through me at the thought, and it makes it that much better when she reacts.

I chuckle, thinking about her shocked face when I pulled away. She was about to fall apart so fucking hard.

And yeah, I have fucking blue balls now.

Serves me right, I guess.