Chapter 10
chapter
ten
Temple
My husband has my vibrator.
Which means he totally knows that I got myself off in his shower last night. And he must know that I know that he knows. But he hasn’t said anything about it. After we got to my grandmother’s house, we’d both been whisked off to separate activities. As was the way with the country club elite; men go here and women go there. Always reminds me of Gilmore Girls re-runs with Emily and Richard’s posh life.
I’ve been brought to a salon where they’ve primped and polished me until I shine. Well, at least they’d done my nails—fingers and toes—given me a facial and had me try on a variety of options for tomorrow’s party. I refused to let them color my hair. I happen to like my basic brown, as the stylist called it. I did relent and agree to an un-tinted finishing gloss to add shine. So I’m currently sitting under one of the dryers while the gloss sets.
I know Lotus is here, I’ve caught glimpses of her long, glossy dark hair in a few of the mirrors.
I know that part of Flynn’s day is including some of the same. Possibly a haircut and shave, but definitely a fitting for a suit to wear to the festivities.
It’s weird that I’m missing him. We’ve only been together, in our charade of a marriage, for a couple of days, but I find I’m already accustomed to hearing his deep voice, smelling his scent near me, feeling his hand at the small of my back, or tangled with mine.
My phone vibrates from my lap.
FLYNN: picture of pink bullet vibrator
My cheeks heat and I quickly glance around to make sure no one saw the image. I’m about to type out a response—though I have no idea what I’m going to say—when his next message comes through.
FLYNN: Next time I get to watch.
He wants to watch me? Does that mean I get to watch him? Because sign me up for that peep show.
FLYNN: Seeing that in my shower was an instant turn on.
FLYNN: I’d already been keyed up from having you in my arms all night. The taste of your kiss still lingering in my mouth.
FLYNN: Tell me that’s why you needed to get yourself off.
FLYNN: Tell me it’s because you want me.
ME: Yes.
ME: Your kiss drove me wild.
ME: It was all about you.
FLYNN: Did you get yourself off?
ME: Yes. Fast and hard.
FLYNN: Me too, Angel.
FLYNN: Fuck, I’m getting hard again just thinking about it.
FLYNN: How much longer are you at that goddamn salon?
ME: Shouldn’t be too much longer.
ME: Are you back at the house?
FLYNN: Almost.
FLYNN: In the back of the town car while your douche-wagon of a cousin regales me with his most recent investment success.
ME: Don’t believe anything he says.
FLYNN: I’m not even listening. I’m thinking about your sweet, wet cat emoji.
My husband is legit sexting me. I’m not even sure what to do with myself, other than to cross my legs and squeeze my thighs together to try and alleviate some of the pressure.
FLYNN: Are you going to let me touch you?
ME: Yes.
FLYNN: Thank fuck. Now get your sweet ass home.