Page 66 of Sweeper
“I have?” I balk because I’m pretty sure I’ve never been more vocal with any man in my life.
“Not in all ways.” He tilts his head, and his eyes lower to my lips. “But you haven’t been telling me what you like. And that was sort of the whole point of this neighbors-with-benefits arrangement, wasn’t it?”
I bite my lip, and my voice is quiet when I reply, “Well, you haven’t needed much direction.”
“That’s because I’m a professional.” His chest vibrates with laughter, and as much as I’d love to wipe that smug look off his face, he’s not wrong.
“Your ego isn’t going to fit in my flat if you keep that up.”
He smirks down at me, his eyes hooded with arousal. “What do you say we go take a shower and get to know your body?”
His proposal has my heart lurching into my throat. A shower is so intimate, so exposed. I wouldn’t say I’m self-conscious about my body, but I’ve never showered with a professional footballer before either. Then again, Zander has seen pretty much every part of me, so what difference does it make if we’re standing in a brightly lit shower?
Zander’s lips descend onto mine, and my mind is a flutter of arousal as he walks me backward toward my tiny loo. I just have a small glass-walled shower, nothing like his. But swapping flats might ruin the moment, and I’m quite enjoying what’s happening right now.
When we step onto the cool tile, Zander pulls back and begins removing my shirt when his puzzled eyes look past me to the countertop. “What is that?”
My eyes practically bulge out of my head as I turn around and yank my shirt off my arms and use it to conceal the gift Phoebe left on my doorstep this morning. I was looking it over earlier, and I completely forgot that I didn’t put it away.
“It’s nothing,” I exclaim, cramming all the packaging under my thin shirt as Zander’s warm body presses up behind me.
“Doesn’t look like nothing.” He laughs and kisses my shoulder blade, reaching around me. “Come on, hand it over.”
I groan in humiliation as I realize there’s no way Zander will let this go. He’s like a dog with a bone. Therefore, I muster up a bit of confidence, grab the small, pale pink device, and turn on my heel to face the music. “It’s a vibrator that Phoebe gave me after I told her I’d never had an orgasm before you.”
Zander fights back a smile and looks dreadfully adorable as he does it. “I thought we weren’t telling people about our situation?”
“Phoebe isn’t people. She’s framily. And apparently an influencer for…” I turn around to find the box the vibrator came in. “Lelo Sona.” I exhale heavily. “I really hate her sometimes.”
Zander reaches out and grabs the device from me, turning the button on and filling the loo with a faint buzzing sound. His brows furrow as he looks up at me. “Have you never masturbated before, Ducky?”
My nostrils flare with annoyance. “I’ve tried…but never properly. And never with a toy.”
The corners of Zander’s lips turn down as he processes that information. “This thing waterproof?”
“Yes, why?”
“Oh, I’m sure you can guess,” he responds and reaches over his head to pull his shirt off.
I watch in rapt fascination as he discards the rest of his clothes and reaches into the shower to turn the water on. He helps me out of my clothes, and the next thing I know, we’re inside my tiny shower, and he’s still playing with the stupid vibrator.
“Do you mind?” he asks, his eyes slowly drifting down my body.
I swallow slowly and glance down to see he is fully erect. “Help yourself.”
His abs bulge with his silent laughter as he pulls me close to him under the stream of water. He bites his lip and turns the device on, lowering it to the area between my legs.
I jerk away, the vibrating shocking me for a brief second.
“Just relax,” Zander murmurs before lowering his lips to mine and kissing me softly.
It has the desired effect as my body sags into his, my hands running up his firm pecs and folding around his neck as we stand in my shower and make out like a couple of teenagers. He feels hard and slippery, and I find myself wishing for more.
“What do you want, Daphney?” Zander asks between kisses, his lips moving down my neck and drifting along my shoulder.
“I want you to use that thing,” I say with a sigh, my head leaning back against the glass.
He nibbles on my neck, and this time when the device touches my center, I don’t flinch away from it. My body is ready and wanting. Zander stops kissing me as he stares downward and watches as he operates the toy with ease, playing with the different settings. Occasionally, he hits the perfect spot, a spot that has my hands gripping harshly onto his shoulders as my climax builds.
