Page 71 of Only Ever Yours

Ellie

I sent Jaydon a text earlier, wondering where the hell he is, mostly because it’s his turn to cook tonight. And now it's getting late, and I’m starving.

We came home after work, following a ride home in mostly silence. Then he left again shortly after. I can't keep up with the back-and-forth of our relationship—if you can even call it that.

I’ve been up in my room most of the evening, reading my spicy romance, and to be honest, it's gotten me all worked up. I’m in my favorite tank and sleep shorts, and I’m still flushed from the heat.

When I walk into my bathroom to freshen up, I hear something that sounds like water running in the toilet. I jiggle the handle to see if that will work, but no luck.

Well, fuck. I have no idea how to fix this.

Grabbing my phone, I send Jaydon a text:

Ellie: Hey, how long before you get home? Something is wrong with the toilet in my bathroom.

Jaydon: Be home in about ten minutes.

My stomach grumbles when I read the text.

“All good. Come on, dinner’s probably cold by now,” he says, placing the cover on the back of the toilet.

It turns out the toilet was just running, and it was an easy fix. I have no clue what he did, but it's working now. I follow him back into my bedroom.

“Thanks for fixing it. I had no clue.”

“It was an easy fix, Peachy.”

I roll my eyes at the nickname.

His eyes scan the room, and for some reason, he’s making me uncomfortable. His lips slowly turn up at the corners as he stares across the room before quickly turning back to me.

“So, it seems your nightstand is a male,” he says, biting back a grin as his eyes cut over to my nightstand once again.

My face scrunches up.What the hell is he talking about?

He starts in the direction of my bed, and it finally hits me. I know exactly what he’s talking about. I take off, leaping across the bed. He still gets there before me, picking it up and waving it above my head. His laughter fills the room as I try jumping to grab it from him.

My fucking vibrator.

I haven't exactly had anyone meeting my needs recently, so I had to take care of myself.

“Give it back, Jay. I forgot to put it away after it dried.” I plead, praying he’ll have mercy on me. But the look in his eyes tells me he’ll give me anything but that.

His snarky chuckles ripple through my body. “Purple? A purple fucking dick, Ellie?” he cocks an eyebrow, casting a look of disbelief over my body.

I inwardly groan.

He’s loving this.

“Just… please give it back,” I ask, looking up at him, begging. “And we can pretend like this never happened.”

He grunts, and I know that will never happen.

“You want it back, Peachy?” He taunts, leaning closer over me and pushing me back towardsthe bed.

The entire mood in the room shifts. I can feel the exact moment it happens.

I take one step back to give myself space from his now heated gaze, but my backside hits the bed. He continues pushing, not saying a word. Everything feels like it’s in slow motion. I can't help but fall under his spell. His gorgeous eyes cut into the depths of my soul.

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