32. Sage
SAGE
At the end of a long and stimulating Saturday, I walk past the jewelry box display in the lobby of The Extravagant.
Smiling at it, I feel a little like I have a private joke with the lobby sculpture.
A jewel for a jewel.
I’m wearing one.
Been wearing one all day long.
I went to meetings with a purple jewel inside me.
My sister and I had lunch with Max and Alex. We met with Stone’s bodyguard about the coverage during his two-week stay.
And the entire time, I wore this . . . jewel.
I’m naughty, and I love it. I love all my dirty secrets.
When I return to my suite, I’m both relaxed and wildly aroused.
And ready too.
Because that’s the point.
Inside, I strip off my work clothes, unclip my hair, and make my way to the shower, turning it on, adjusting the water to hot.
After shimmying out of my lace panties—a new gift from Cole, and this pair is black—I step under the water, letting the steam wrap around me.
And then I reach behind me, about to take the jewel out of my ass, but I tap it first.
And ohhh .
Ohhh yes.
I’m buzzing everywhere.
And I see no need not to pregame.
So I do, enjoying a shower session with two of my friends—my trusty shower toy and the new toy.
Yet another gift from my man.
Wear it all day. And wear it to the party tonight.
That’s all the card on the gift said when it arrived first thing this morning.
After I enjoy the first of what I hope will be many Os, I work out the plug, wash it thoroughly, and then indulge in a long, hot shower.
Once I’m through, I turn it off and take my time getting ready, spreading lotion on my legs, brushing mascara through my lashes, and applying the rest of my makeup.
I blow-dry my hair, brush it out, and curl the ends.
Then it’s time to visit the closet, where I find a bustier. A black one that’s easy to snap into myself. I slide on stockings, clipping them into garters, and when a knock on the door booms through my suite, I saunter over to answer it, like a cat.
I feel like a cat.
I peer through the peephole to confirm it’s my man.
When I see his handsome face, a wild thrill rushes through me.
Cole Donovan.
He’s wearing a tux. Holding a black mask.
My rival. My lover. My partner.
Without any panties on, I open the door.
His eyes narrow, and he growls—a low, animalistic rumble as his eyes devour me. Eat me up.
His gaze turns my temperature up one thousand degrees, and he closes the door, scoops me up, carries me to my bedroom, and sets me on the bed.
“Let me taste you. Let me have you before the party.”
Perched on the edge of the bed, I’m like a queen in lingerie, sitting tall, legs spread wide. “You can have me, but I have to tell you something,” I whisper, as he peppers dangerously decadent kisses along my inner thighs.
“Tell me,” he rasps against my skin.
I give him my confession. “I already came.”
The groan that comes from his chest is wild.
“Then you’ll come again,” he says, and peers up at me. “Where’s the gift I got you?”
I gesture to the bathroom. “Lube is in there too.”
He’s a man on a mission, and thirty seconds later, he’s back, on the floor, between my legs. Licking me.
Eating me.
Consuming me.
His tongue flicks the most delicious lines up my wet center, and when he reaches my clit, he stops, stares up at me, and grins wickedly. “Later tonight, you’ll get this again,” he whispers, then shares a few dirty details of how he wants to have me again this evening.
His words ignite a wave of lust in me so powerful that I grow wetter, hotter.
“You like that, sweetheart,” he says, then returns to eating my pussy. I thrust against his mouth, wrap my hands around his head, and fuck his face till I’m moaning and riding the knife’s blade of pleasure. Till exquisite agony twists in my body. Till the first crush of bliss spirals in me.
And right when I’m chasing the prize, he slides a finger down to my backside, presses it against me, and pushes in.
His finger is slick, lubed up, and he works it inside me, then another, and I buck against him, almost there.
Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, he pulls out his fingers, and pushes back in with something cool.
Something I spent the day with.
With the jeweled plug.
And I lose my mind.
A brand-new wave of white-hot bliss crashes over me as he pushes the toy inside me and I come.
Pleasure overwhelms me. It floods every cell. It fills every pore. It is me, and I am pleasure.
The world slips away into ecstasy.
When he rises, he shoots me a devilish grin. “That’s just the beginning.”
I can’t wait for what’s next.
But the thing is, I get to decide.
And I tell him what I want. I slide a hand over his face, hold his jaw, and meet his gaze. “Let’s make a bet. We are all the stakes.”