Page 58 of Too Safe

Kylian pops his head up at the sound. His pupils are totally blown out as he peers at me through the lenses of his glasses.

“This is what you like?” he murmurs, stalking closer as the toy pulsates in his grip.

I bite down on my lower lip and shake my head. I like the air pulse better than the thump feature.

His eyes narrow on me as he saunters closer. And with the slightest quirk of one brow behind his glasses, he clicks another button.

“Thisis what you like?” he surmises as the second feature whirs to life.

Pursing my lips, I fight back a coquettish grin as I nod. My gut is filled with fizzy bubbles: freshly poured champagne, a jacuzzi on the highest setting. I’m nothing but air and anticipation.

“There’s one more,” he murmurs as he stops in front of me, his body so close our chests brush on my next inhale.

He clicks the third button, and the vibrator buzzes louder.

Thumping. Pulsing. Vibrating.

He’s holding the sex toy trifecta in his hand. Emanating a heavy, hazy lust, his aura pulls me deeper under his spell with every passing second.

“This is really something.” Kylian smirks, raising the toy to eye level as he inspects it more meticulously. “There’s no way you could possibly need all three settings on at once though, right?”

He hums, the breathy contemplation barely audible over the steady buzz. He surveys me again, and I swear my thighs clench involuntarily.

“Unless…” His mouth quirks into a teasing smile as he watches me through hooded eyes.

I’m hanging on his every word, and he damn well knows it.

With the buzzing sound echoing between us, he draws the moment out, ratcheting up the tension until I finally find the wherewithal to swallow past the lump in my throat.

“Unless?” I ask in a needy voice I don’t recognize.

His smile widens, and a barely there dimple on just one cheek appears.

“Unless the Thumper is intended for more than one person to use simultaneously.”

Another cock of an eyebrow.

A heavy, heated pause.

And then— “Should we try it?”

I’m nodding before I fully process the question. Leaning back on the bedroom door, parting my legs slightly,achingfor him to try.

Desire zings through me as he maintains eye contact, clicks the button to increase the intensity, and lowers his hand.

I don’t dare look. Don’t allow myself to overthink.

I just squeeze my eyes shut as he presses the vibrator between the apex of my thighs, lining it up with my zipper and sending a jolt of electricity through my entire being.

He places it perfectly, lining up the thumping side with my clit, then pinning the vibrator between us with his hips.

“Holy shit,” he murmurs, raising his arms to brace himself against the door on either side of my head.

“Holy. Shit,” he hisses when he rocks his hips forward and presses into me harder.

My thoughts exactly.

The thrum of the toy is intense and relentless—a constant pounding that’s almost too much, even through the thick denim of my shorts and my underwear.

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