Page 49 of Right Number, Wrong Man
The rumble in my ass kicks up and I throw my head back, biting my tongue to stop a moan from slipping out.
My phone buzzes.
Jax
How does that feel?
Me
You almost got me caught!
Jax
Don’t you want that orgasm you’re craving?
Me
You’re really good at asking stupid questions, you son of a bitch!!!!
Jax
What am I gonna do with you and your attitude problem?
Me
You’d have an attitude too if you had to spend five minutes with your own smug comments and overblown ego while a rocket-powered vibrator buzzes in your ass.
You’re insufferable.
Jax
You just can’t help pushing me, can you? I’ll show you what happens when a little brat like you plays dangerous games with a cruel man like me.
You’re gonna walk back to your car now. If you can make it there without coming or being found out, I’ll let you have an orgasm.
Stomping my foot, I toss my bag over my shoulder and yank down my skirt before I unlock the door, stumbling out. The two women by the sink raise their brows at me, but I smile as I wobble to wash my hands. Plug in ass or not, I don’t want them to think I’m a disgusting slob.
As I leave the bathroom, I clutch my phone and a notification pops up.
Jax
I wonder how much more I can turn this thing up. What do you think, Sugar? Better hurry…
The vibrations intensify again. I waddle toward the exit with my heart in my throat and my thighs clenching. A family standing in line gives me weird looks—probably on account of my bright red face and my penguin walk—but no one says anything.
I’m right outside the building when the vibrations get stronger again and I curse the invention of remote-controlled sex toys.
A trickle of sweat runs into the collar of my dress as I struggle to stay upright. Hopefully people will think I’m drunk, not so turned on I’m about to pass out. My whole body thrums with desire in a way I didn’t think was possible. It reverberates through every nerve, making my skin tingle.
I spot my car on the other side of the street. Almost there. I don’t know how he does it, but I swear Jax can sense my nearing triumph when the vibrations turn up. My clit feels like it’s going to explode.
This better be the max setting because I can’t take much more.
As I wait at the crosswalk, I hammer out a message, trying to focus on my rage.
Me
I’m going to kill you.
