Page 46 of Corrupt Me

When we finish playing, I excuse myself, not knowing what to make of us anymore. His words still run on repeat in my head as I drive back home and get ready for bed. No wonder I can’t sleep, tossing and turning, touching my lips here and there. He kissed me, and this time, he didn’t stop himself, unlike the first time.

It’s a recurring thing: going to bed while thinking of him and waking up with thoughts of him. I’m pulled so taut that I need something to relax.

Opening my nightstand, I palm my vibrator, needing to distract myself when a memory flits through my brain.

I touch something attached to my vibrator. Scooting up, I turn on the lamp and pull it out. It’s a note.

“How often do you imagine that it’s me inside of you?”

It drops from my hands, and my heart slams into my throat. I don’t know if I should be mortified or turned on. A bit of both. He touched my vibrator.

Thank you for ruining my me time. I text him without even thinking.Stop going through my stuff.

What was it this time, kitten, that has you in need of a getting off? Should I come and make it better?

I press call. “What has gotten into you?”

“Should we up the game, kitten?”

“Hunter…”

“Why doesn’t it surprise me that you have a vibrator.”

“It’s safe, reliable, and it delivers.”

“Oh, I deliver, kitten.”

“I wouldn’t know.”

He chuckles. “What sensation do you like most?”

“We’re not talking about that.”

“It’s not because of the size, that’s for sure. I bet you never go too far because you’re a good girl, aren’t you? It’s just a bit of clit stimulation.”

“Have you been watching me?”

“You just confirmed it.”

I slap the phone down on my nightstand and push the rabbit vibrator inside the drawer. He frustrates me to no end.

We’ve been engaged in a tangled tango of back-and-forth for months now.

Maybe that’s why I struggle to do what’s needed for my mission. My heart and body have latched onto him and refuse to let him go.

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Sitting at my desk, I go through every camera notification. There is nothing on Felix. My phone vibrates with a text from Eric.

Can’t wait for tonight, beautiful.

See you then.

I should try to put on a better show, but I can’t. There’s only one possible explanation for my reluctance: it would feel like a betrayal to Hunter, who hasn’t been around since last night. What does that mean? I have no idea what to expect. I should butcher my expectations like he does my romantic notions of us. In the past, he had no problem bursting into my room and maddening me with his presence.

It must have been a pity kiss. Aren’t girl tears the guys’ kryptonite? Everyone else is delusional, thinking there is something on his part. Because under all that brooding and grumpy exterior, he’s a good guy. So maybe he wanted to make me feel better.

It’s my fault, anyway, for showing him my vulnerable side. That’s what always prompted him to say:

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