Page 76 of Surprisingly Us

“Did you fall out of bed?” he asks.

I’m panting. Out of breath. From my orgasm or the shock of Rhys still being here, I’m not sure, the two events have blurred together.

That’s right. I just masturbated to the thought of Rhys while he was on the other side of the door. Oh god, I can’t think about that right now.

What was his question?

“Um, no, must have been Mrs. Donahue.”

His brows lift. “You think she fell? We should check on her.”

He motions toward the front door.

“No, she’s probably rearranging furniture. She does that.”

He smiles at me. “Good morning. How’d you sleep?”

“Great. Good. Fine. Just a bit disoriented.” I pat at my leggings, making sure I did in fact achieve my goal of pulling them up to cover my body.

He points to my clothes. “You fell asleep on the couch so I left you in your clothes.”

I swipe a hand over the top of my head, trying to calm the wild hair there. What was a cute messy bun last night is now a chaotic mass of hair.

We stand there staring at each other until Rhys’s gaze shifts toward my bed.

“What’s that sound?” he asks. “Something’s buzzing.”

“Hmm?” Denial is the first step so that’s where I’m going to start.

“Is that your alarm?” He looks toward my nightstand and I follow his gaze.

The panic in my chest eases when in fact I see that my phone is buzzing. It is my alarm.Thank god.

I walk over to turn it off, but when I silence the alarm, the buzzing continues.

My head jerks back in Rhys’s direction. His shirt is rumpled from sleep. His hair is disheveled but somehow still sexy, and the way his lips twist with focused concentration as his head swivels around the room is adorable.

But enough about him because the buzzing is still happening.

And it’s getting louder.

Shoot. I had the vibrator on the crescendo setting. It keeps building. And building. The vibrations getting more intense over time. I didn’t need that feature this morning. I was all ready to go after dream Rhys teased me, but my vibrator doesn’t know that and is still working hard…somewhere.

I rush toward the closet. Had I flung it all the way in there?

Nope.

My next target is the chair in the corner. Maybe it’s lodged in a cushion, or vibrating against a wooden leg.

Not there, either.

With every failed attempt to locate the missing vibrator my heart has accelerated its rhythm to a thunderous pounding in my ears, making it difficult to track the buzzing.

“I think it’s coming from under the bed,” Rhys says, moving in that direction.

“Watch out! It could be a monster,” I warn, hoping he’ll be scared and give up the search.

No such luck. He gets down on his knees and lowers his head to look under the bed.

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