Page 64 of Her Every Fantasy

A shudder shook Bryce’s body, his breathing harsh. ‘God, you’re so fucking tight. So beautiful, Savvie.’ His voice was heavy with arousal. ‘I’m dying to fuck you.’ He raised his head and stared at me. ‘But you didn’t bring me in here to have sex, did you?’

Getting hot and heavy was one thing, but full-on sex within hearing distance of others? Biting my lip, I shook my head.

He squeezed his eyes shut. Looking slightly relieved, he stepped back and arranged my clothes. ‘Are you ready to go?’

‘Yes.’

We left the gallery after saying our goodbyes. Bryce’s hand gripped mine as I dismissed my driver and we slid into his car.

Riding in his sports car, my senses on fire, sex toy inside me, was one of the most decadent things I’d ever done. By the time he pulled up in front of my apartment building I was almost at the point of orgasm.

It was clear Bryce was caught in the same vortex. The hand that gripped the steering wheel was white with tension. ‘I’m not going to come up.’

Disappointment pummelled me but I managed a nod. ‘Okay. We do this after my launch party. We’ll make it a private celebration. Does that work for you?’

Hot eyes met mine and a tingle shimmied over me. ‘I’ll count every damn second,’ he said, his voice thick with relish.

He threw his door open and came around to open mine. I let him help me out and walk me inside to the lift, fighting the urge to invite him up, let him finish what he’d started. Instead, I fell into the goodnight kiss barely able to focus as he resolutely stepped back.

‘Okay if I call you later?’

I nodded, then reluctantly stepped inside.

We stared at each other until the doors shut. And for the next few hours I existed on an electric plane, every movement reminding me of the toy inside me, keeping me on the edge of orgasm.

Bryce called just after midnight, then spent a decadent half hour in the sexiest version of phone sex that sent me right over the cliff.

With the fast-approaching launch, things kicked up to a frenetic pace over the weekend. Which probably helped with not descending into a pathetic heap when Bryce went AWOL on another project.

But it gave me time to compose how to break the news to him that Graciela had RSVP’dyesto my launch invitation and that, while I hadn’t promised to keep her arrival a secret, she’d indicated she would prefer he didn’t know beforehand in case he actively put her off.

Taking the coward’s way out to break the news to him face-to-face wasn’t helped when he texted on Monday to say he’d been further delayed and wouldn’t be returning until Tuesday afternoon.

I was reading his text when he sent another.

Everything going okay?

No,I wanted to type.I miss you. Desperately.

Yup—usual last-minute headaches.

Anything I can do?

I toyed with taking one headache off the tableby telling him about Graciela but chickened out.

Thanks for the offer but I’m fine.

For several minutes he didn’t answer. Then...

Enjoying your toy?

I squirmed in my seat, my face flaming at the reminder of the sex toy currently in situ.

That’s for me to know and you to find out.

Challenge accepted.

I ended our texting with a hollow feeling in my belly. Somehow that sexual fantasy had become a pivotal event with no clear indication where it would lead us eventually. If anywhere.

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