Page 73 of Someone to Hold

She barks out a laugh. “It’s not famous, and no. You will be closing your eyes while I unlock the box.”

“But now I know where the key is so…” I waggle my brows.

She smiles. “You won’t use it without me.”

“No doubt,” I say with a laugh. “But I wouldn’t mind taking a look.”

When I turn back after retrieving the key, she’s sitting on the side of the bed, hand out, palm up. Something about how demure she’s acting despite being naked makes me grin like an idiot. She’s so damn adorable.

“Seriously, no on the toy box,” she says in a perfect imitation of a teacher scolding a student. It’s kind of hot.

I return to the bed, the towel still wrapped around my waist, and place the key in her hand.

“At least show me your favorite,” I tell her. “I won’t look at the rest.”

“Are you trying to get out of doing the work?” she says with an arched brow.

“I want to see how you touch yourself when I’m not around.”

She draws in a shaky breath. “I don’t know if I can do that.”

“I think you can, Molly. You can do anything.”

She takes out a compact storage box, unlocks it, and pulls out a box of condoms. I think she’s going to close it after that, but she surprises me—and possibly herself—by pulling out a hot pink vibrator.

“Why is that your favorite?” I ask.

“I like how it feels.” She swallows, then whispers, “On my clit.”

“Show me.”

Her cheeks are flaming, but she lies back on the bed, clicks a button, and then moves the device between her legs.

“Wider.” I yank off the towel and take my dick in my hand, almost instantly losing it. Because Molly spread out before me, her red hair across the pillow and pale skin flushed with need and desire, is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

She does what I ask, bringing one knee up, and I can see her folds glistening as she moves the head of the wand back and forth across her clit. I rub a finger over the moist tip of my cock, then begin to slowly pump my hand back and forth along the rock-hard shaft.

I take a step closer to her. “Open your eyes,” I command. “I want you to look at me.”

Her gaze is hazy, and she uses her free hand to pinch one nipple between her fingers.

“You like how that feels?”

“Yes,” she says, voice trembling.

Her legs fall farther open, and she circles the vibrator around her center—fast and then slow—like she’s trying to make the moment last. I climb on the bed and run my hand up her leg until I reach the junction of her thighs, then push two fingers inside her.

She cries out and starts to move the device away, but I put my hand over hers.

“Keep going,” I say.

“I’m so close, Chase.”

“I know, baby. Keep going.”

Her hips are moving now in time with my fingers pushing in and out of her. She’s so fucking wet, and her breathing is ragged—or maybe that’s my breathing—but I feel it when she starts to lose control. I feel her muscles tighten around me, and she presses the vibrator more firmly against her clit. Then her whole body shudders as she cries out.

“Yes,” I say. “You did so good, sweetheart. That’s such a good girl.”