Page 75 of Surprisingly Us

It had felt nice.

More than nice.

Had he really kissed the bunion on my toe? And rubbed my feet like he wasn’t turned off by them?

No, he had to have been totally grossed out, but he did a decent job of hiding it.

I close my eyes, and snake my hand down past my waistband again, hoping I can return to the image and let dream Rhys finish his task.

I’m so achy. I need more than just my hand.

I reach into my nightstand and pull out my vibrator.

Typically, I don’t masturbate in the mornings, but it’s something I’ve had to do more frequently in the last few weeks. Undoubtedly, it’s Rhys’s fault.

Back to my dream.

Those big hands of his slide up my calves, thumbs teasing over my knees, then tracing along the inside of my leg.

A long, firm finger sweeps down my center before plunging inside.

I shimmy my leggings down far enough to gain access, then slowly work the shaft of the vibrator inside me. I’m so wet, it sinks in easily.

“So wet for me, aren’t you, Princess?”

My muscles clench around the silicone shaft, giving me some relief. I line up the clit stimulator and turn it on.

Yes. Sweet relief.

Even though the walls of my apartment are thin, Mrs. Donahue is hard of hearing so I’ve never worried about the fact my bedroom wall is next to her living room and kitchen. Not that there’s been any action coming from it beyond my solo endeavors.

Sometimes I can hear her television cranked up to a ridiculous volume but at least I have the reassurance that she can’t hear me. But right now, it’s too early forJeopardyor the nightly news, so it’s quiet on the other side of the wall.

Enough thinking about Mrs. Donahue. Back to Rhys.

My eyes flutter closed and my hips start to rock in time with the suction on the clit stimulator.

It’s so good, a low moan escapes my lips. I’m so worked up from the dream it doesn’t take me long before I feel my orgasm building. It’s right there. Oh god.

“Yes, yes, yes,”I chant, as I fall over the edge. My walls clenching tightly around the shaft of my vibrator.

Right as I fall, there’s a sound on the periphery of my consciousness. It’s a thump. Maybe a thud. My first thought is maybe Mrs. Donahue is rearranging her furniture again.

But I hear it again. And it’s not on Mrs. Donahue’s side of the wall. It’s coming from my living room.

There’s a knock at my bedroom door. “Lettie?”

Oh my god.It’s Rhys.

“You okay?” he asks.

“J-j-just a second,” I call, but post orgasm, it’s weak and the sound of my voice doesn’t travel far.

I flip the covers back and lunge out of bed.

With my leggings down to my knees, I trip. Bracing for the fall, my hand loses control of the vibrator. I leap to my feet and yank up my leggings, but a quick search for the vibrator has me coming up empty.

At that very second, Rhys opens the door.

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