Page 49 of The Boyfriend Effect (Frisky Business 1)
“No, Hayes,” she says, taking my hand over the table. “I—I want to thank you. I haven’t had a night like this in a very, very long time. So, thank you. Really.”
I give her fingers a gentle squeeze. “You’re welcome. Really.”
We lean in and kiss over the table, and I can just catch the sweet vanilla scent of her perfume. I didn’t realize that being here would mean so much to Maren, and it makes this night all the more important.
“Well, in that case, please tell me that you’re hungry.”
She smiles and arches a challenging brow. “Starving.”
We have what’s probably the best steak dinner I’ve had in years, complete with all the classic sides. I order us the crème brûlée for dessert, as promised, and just as I predicted, it’s immediately Maren’s new favorite dessert. She groans around the spoon, and her eyes sink closed.
Everything is going exactly like I hoped it would. Luckily for me, our night is only just getting started.
I drive us back to my place for a nightcap. A soft smile settles on Maren’s lips on the drive home, while my hand rests on her knee, my fingers wandering idly over her thigh. When we park, it takes everything in me not to drag her into my lap and kiss the daylights out of her.
Patience, Hayes. I have to remember what I have planned for us.
Once inside, Maren looks at me expectantly. She glances around the kitchen, whispering, “Is Rosie . . .”
“She’s asleep,” I whisper back. “I’ll meet you in my bedroom. Can I get you anything? Water? Wine? Whiskey?”
She shakes her head and pulls me in by my lapels. We kiss, and she rubs her hand along the growing bulge at the front of my pants. “Don’t be too long.”
Don’t have to tell me twice.
She slinks away to my bedroom, untying the straps to her dress before slipping behind the closed door. Such a little tease.
I pour myself a glass of water, and before heading into the bedroom, I go to the linen closet by the bathroom. There, behind neatly folded piles of towels and bedsheets, I find what I’m looking for—a sleek black box, about the length of my forearm. I pull it down from the shelf and take it into the bedroom with me.
When I close the bedroom door behind me, I find Maren sprawled out on the bed in nothing but a pair of lacy pale-green panties. My cock’s instantly rock hard and in a fight with my pants to get to her.
I let out a low whistle between my teeth. “Fuck, dove. You’re going to give a man a heart attack.”
A coy smile curls on her lips. “I wanted to surprise you. And thank you properly.”
I set the water glass on the desk in the corner and hold the black box behind my back. “I have a surprise for you too, dove.”
“Oh?” She props herself up on her elbows, her perky breasts teasing me.
I sit on the edge of the bed at her feet. She watches me closely as I lay the box on the bed in front of her.
“What is it?” she asks.
“Open it.”
She takes the box in her hands and lifts the lid, her brows raising as she appraises its contents. “Oh,” she says as she pulls a long curved cylinder out of the box and holds it in her hands.
The deep crimson silicone is striking against her pale skin, and a pulse of excitement courses through me at the sight of the toy in her hand.
Understanding washes over her face. “Oh.”
“It’s one of our newest models,” I say. “When I saw it, I immediately thought of you.”
She nods, still staring at the toy in her hands.
My mouth is suddenly dry, and I have to swallow to get my vocal cords working again. “Would you like me to show you how it works?”
Maren lifts her chin, and when her eyes meet mine, they’re heavy with lust. She nods again and hands it to me.
I instruct her to lie back, and she does, parting her knees, offering herself to me. My mouth waters at the sight of her pussy, shaven bare. I let out a low hiss.
“Looks like those panties are missing something, dove. Something very important,” I murmur, unbuckling my belt.
She nods again and opens her legs wider. Crotchless panties. This girl will be the death of me.
“Have you been wearing those all night?” I tug my shirt off and toss it to the floor. “Answer me.”
“Yes.” She sighs and runs her hands along her sides.
Watching her writhing on top of my sheets, watching her turn herself on—it’s almost enough to do me in. I pull Maren close, so her hips are at the edge of the bed, and turn the toy on.
The low hum of its vibration brings a gleeful smile to her lips, and I start by pressing it into her inner thigh. She groans softly, and I move the toy over her body, everywhere except where I know she wants it. Her legs, her belly, her chest. I even circle her nipples until they turn into hard little pebbles, and she’s begging me to touch her most sensitive spot.
