Chapter 8
chapter
eight
Temple
By the time we make it back to Flynn’s cabin, I’m a soaked mess. Well, my panties are, at least. I make a beeline for the bathroom, so damn thankful I thought to bring my little bullet with me.
Being in public with Flynn is dangerous to my libido. It’s actually kind of a miracle I didn’t try to hump his leg at the picnic table. After our dance, his friends had teased us mercilessly about our passionate display on the dance floor. Flynn had just shrugged and told them to stop being jealous and to get their own damn wives.
I’m so turned on right now, I don’t think it will take long for me to explode. I pull off my dress, thankful I left my boots by the front door. I turn the shower on and remove the rest of my under garments. Then I’m stepping under the heat of the water. My nipples tighten to needy little beads, and I turn to face the shower streams to let it sluice down my body.
I turn on the bullet and nestle it against my clit. I moan as the immediate buzzing spreads pleasure through my body. This is not my first time masturbating with Flynn on my mind. He’s always been my favorite fantasy.
Now, though, I know what he tastes like. What his hands feel like on my body. At least certain parts. I’m pretty sure Flynn is an ass man, judging by how many times he touched mine tonight.
I turn the level up one on my vibe and tilt my head back against the shower wall. It doesn’t take long before I’m coming, my pussy squeezing against nothing as the climax shudders through me.
Hopefully, that’ll take the edge off. I set the bullet down on the built-in soap shelf and go about finishing my shower. It’s not until half an hour later, when I’m snuggled beneath sheets that smell like Flynn, that I realize I left my toy in the shower.
“Shit!” I hiss. I tiptoe out of bed and peek into the hall. Sure enough, the bathroom door is closed, and I can hear the shower running.
Awesome.
Now my husband knows exactly what I was doing in there. Well, that won’t be awkward tomorrow on our drive to Houston.
I squeeze my eyes shut and pad back to Flynn’s bedroom. It could’ve been worse. He could’ve walked in on me mid orgasm.