Page 93 of Loathe Thy Neighbor

Ugh!

“You are absolutely delusional, you know that?”

“Tell me the flaw in my logic.”

“I did not say your name at completion!”

“But you were masturbating?” He smirks like he just won a fucking prize.

I groan, tossing my head back.

The movement has my hips shifting and Dean grunting at the contact with his dick.

I do it again. Another grunt.

And again.

He jerks me to him, crashing his hands into my hair and pulling my lips back to his in a rough kiss. I don’t stop moving my hips, and he doesn’t stop kissing me until we’re panting and needing more.

He wrenches his mouth away. “Do you still have it?”

I have no idea what he’s talking about, and honestly, I don’t even want to hear him talk right now. I just want to keep kissing him. I try to pull him back to me, but he resists.

I growl, frustrated. “Do I still have what?”

“Whatever you threw at the wall—your vibrator or dildo or whatever it was.”

This time it’s me who pulls back.

He’s staring up at me, his eyes dark with need. “Do you?”

“Yes.”

“Go get it.”

His face is hard. Serious.

Holy crap. He means that.

I lean to the side, and he holds on to me as I reach into the bottom drawer of my bedside table and pull my toy free.

“That…does not look like I thought it would.”

“What? You thought I was just in here riding on a big dong, pretending it was yours?”

“If that were the case, you would have been sorely disappointed when you saw the real thing and realized what you’d been missing out on this whole time.”

I shake my head. “So sure of yourself.”

Though he’s not wrong…

He looks down at the toy, a bit of a mystified look on his face. “How do you use it?”

“It’s a clit vibrator. You just…well, you put it on your clit and let it do its thing.”

“Do it.”

I pinch my brows together. “Huh?”