Page 73 of The Good Girl Effect

He smirks as he crosses his arms and leans against the doorframe. He really can’t look that good and still expect me to deprive myself. It’s not fair at all.

“Really? Nothing?” He steps into the room looking haughty, and I have to bite down harder on my lip to keep from grinning. “Because it looked like you were about to get something out of your drawer there.”

I take a step back, guarding my nightstand. “No, I wasn’t,” I argue.

“You wouldn’t,” he says as he steps up to me, running his fingers down my arms. “Because you’re a good girl, and you don’t break the rules.”

I have to clench my teeth together. “Iama good girl. How dare you imply otherwise?”

As he leans in with a devilish smirk, I get a whiff of his cologne, and it makes my knees start to weaken. “I suppose you want your reward soon.”

“I thought…”

“You thought what, little bird? That the night at the club was your reward?” Then with his lips against my ear, he adds, “You’ll find there aremanyrewards when you behave.”

“I do behave,” I reply, tilting my chin as he brings his lips closer to my neck. I don’t know if he intends to actually reward me or if he’s just playing with me, but when it’s just me and him alone, those boundaries and rules don’t apply. And I am just fine with that.

“Actually, I think I have an idea,” he says as he pulls away and stares down at me. My jaw is clenched as I meet his stare, hoping his idea isn’t another form of torture for me. But judging by the look in his eye, he’s not in the mood to torment me.

No, I can tell by the lightness in his demeanor that Jack is here not out of duty or purpose but because he wants to be. He’s in my room forme.

“Maybe I’ll just watch you reward yourself,” he whispers playfully. “That’s not breaking the rules.”

I let out a whimper at the idea of Jack watching me. And as embarrassing as that sounds, I would do it. Mostly to just get off but also to do it knowing he likes watching.

“You’re not serious,” I reply, searching his face.

“Why not?” he asks. “Unless you really don’t want to.”

My lips purse and my eyes narrow. “Really?”

Instead of answering me, he leans past me and opens my bedside drawer. I squeeze my eyes shut in horrified shame as he rifles through the random items before finding what he was looking for.

“Here we go,” he says with amusement.

As he lifts up the sleek black vibrator, I peek through my clenched eyes to see the smug look on his face.

“Go ahead,” he says, his breath soft against my neck as he presses the toy into my hand. “If you really want to, I won’t stop you.”

With shaking hands, I wrap my fist around the vibrator. Then I drop onto the bed behind me. Sitting up, I stare at him with my bottom lip pinched between my teeth.

I do really want to, and there is a sense of comfort with Jack now that I’m not entirely opposed to the idea of masturbating while he watches. If anything, I think the real reason I’m holding back is because he’s not telling me to do this as my Dom or my boss. He’s here with those gentle eyes, more alive than I’ve ever seen them, because he wants to be. And the problem with that is…it blurs lines. It’s not so easy to separate work from pleasure when work becomes pleasure.

But I am nothing if not reckless and stubborn. So I lean back on one hand and click the button of the toy so that it comes to life in my hand. His face lights up with excitement as he watches me slip it down the waistband of my loose pants. My eyes close the moment it touches my clit.

This won’t take long at all.

The buzzing is too intense at first, so I squirm on the bed. When I open my eyes again, I find that Jack is no long standing near my legs but hovering over me, staring at my face as I bring myself to the brink of ecstasy.

He doesn’t say a word as he watches me, more enthralled with the expression on my face than what’s happening between my legs. And I was right. It doesn’t take long at all. Within minutes, I’m pulsing and shaking, feeling the sensation take over as my climax slams into me.

His lips hover just a breath from mine as I come, moaning as I reach for his mouth, but he won’t kiss me. Instead, he pulls just out of reach.

His mouth curls into a smirk as my orgasm starts to fade and my muscles relax. When I’m done, I click the vibrator off and collapse onto my back.

Still lingering over me, he looks at me as if I’m the most intriguing thing he’s ever seen.

“I’ve never met anyone like you.”