Page 154 of Going Viral for Christmas
“Tell me this is what Ithinkit is.” My eyes gleam.
She scrambles with a splash, cheeks flushing, snatching for it. “It’s nothing! That’s—it’s from a bachelorette party. Years ago.”
“Mmhmm,” I say, keeping it out of her reach.
“I forgot it was even back there.”
“You forgot you were harboring contraband?” I tease, loosening the drawstrings.
“Soren.”
I peek inside the bag, fully expecting a cute, modest little vibrator.
What I find?
...Is not that.
High-end. Pink, curved at the tip. It’s specifically designed tobegher body to respond. There’s a defined bulb angled upward for maximum G-spot destruction, and a thick, ridged base that flares out in a way Iknowisn’t for grip. It’s for grinding.
“This thing’s gotarchitecture.” I hold it up as if I’m examining a futuristic weapon. “This isn’t a vibe, Bells—it’s an archetype for your undoing.”
Ava groans and moves to the other side of the tub. She sinks low into the water, only her eyes and forehead visible above the bubbles now. “Please stop talking.”
“I willnot.” Fascinated, I rotate it, searching for instructions. “It has acurling tip.Tenvibrating modes. Is there an earthquake setting? Oh, this clit base is top-tier. This thing has better engineering than my car.”
Her hand smacks over her face.
I can’t help the grin pulling at my mouth. “Do you—do you ride this thing?”
“Stop.”
“Bells…” My voice drops. “Do you grind on it?”
A strangled sound escapes her throat.
My head tilts.
“You do, don’t you?”
Ava doesn’t answer, but her entire body is pink and hiding and trembling.
“Oh my god.” My mouth falls open. “Youdo.You grind like a needy little slut on this pink rollercoaster, don’t you?”
She peeks out from behind her hands, glaring. “Soren.”
“My cock just waved the white flag and said, ‘Sir, this is above my pay grade.’”
Despite her embarrassment, a laugh escapes her.
“So that’s what you like, huh?” My voice turns dark and heady, eager to get this inside her. “Grinding. Pressure.Fullcontrol.”
The way Ava’s body shifts is answer enough.
I press the power button on the toy and place it below my navel. The hum kicks through me, subtle but powerful, and I beckon her with my free hand, guiding her to straddle me once again.
She stares down at the setup.
“Trust me,” I say. “It’s a win-win.”
