Page 84 of Reluctantly Rogue

“I don’t need to know about your vibrator, Duchess.”

“You know everything else about me. You know about my UTIs. You know my last OB/GYN appointment went well. You know a lot of things about this general part of my body.”

I groan again. “Those are very different.”

“Well, I guess you know this now too.”

Then the buzzing starts again. My brows slam together. “Knock it off,” I bark.

“What?”

“You cannot lay in there and use that, knowing I can hear it.”

“Why not? I’m in my bedroom. I’m not bothering you. “

“You are most certainly bothering me.”

“Why? This isn’t loud enough to actually keep you awake.”

I grind my teeth together. Then I suck a long breath in through my nose and let it out. “Because it’s making me hard. And I’m not going to be able to sleep with a hard-on.”

There. If we’re just going to be all out in the open about everything, she can know that.

“So youdohave a reaction to this,” she says.

“Jesus Christ, Linnea,” I finally say. “The fact that you’re getting yourself off with a vibrator in the room a few feet away from me? Yes, I have a reaction to that. Stop it.”

“I can’t. I need this.”

“Youneedthis?” I repeat. I shouldn’t. I should absolutely not continue this conversation.

“Don’t you have headphones or something? Or you could go for a walk. Go down to the lobby. Or just pace out in the hallway. I’ll come out and get you when I’m done.”

Sure, that’s just what I need. To know exactly how long it takes her to get herself off with her vibrator.

“You can’t resist? For one night?”

Now I definitely want to know how often she uses that vibrator. And yes, how long it takes her to get herself off.

And if she has more than one vibrator. And what kind they are. But she said she touches herself. So sometimes she uses her fingers…

I reached down and press my hand over my aching cock.

Fuck. This is all so bad.

“I need to know what I like,” she says softly.

But I hear it clearly. I think about her answer for a moment, then shake my head even though she can’t see me. “What do you mean?”

“Well, for one thing, I’m wound up and need some release. For another, Astrid and I were talking earlier, and she made some really good points about knowing what I like and don’t like about sex.”

I give up any possible chance of actually going to sleep. I shove myself up to sit and scrub my hand through my hair. “I thought you’ve never had sex.”

That knowledge has tortured me for months.

She better have never had sex.

Thatthought is not okay. If she’s going tomarrysomeone else, shewillhave sex and I have nothing to say about it. None of this should be any of my business.

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