Chad was actually my first. Regretfully. And the whole farm boy charm and sweet smiles? Yeah, that was all gone the first time I let him take me to bed. Sweet, pretty, album-cover Chad would vanish, and instead I found the real him. Rough, and mean, and selfish.
He also had a tiny dick. I mean, I don’t even have anything to compare it to, but I feel like if you’re honestly wondering if it’s “in yet,” that’s a problem.
“It” only happened a handful of times, and then we broke up.
So like I said, it’s been a while. And a girl has needs.
You know… Needs.
Needs like when it’s her first few nights in a huge empty mansion in the Hills, and she’s maybe had a drink or two. Needs like when it’s dark in that big empty house and she maybe uses the toy she discreetly bought with an alias name credit card online. The toys that if the paper got wind of, would be ruinous.
…Vixen or not, if word got out that Alyssa Campo had a pink, realistically detailed, eight-inch dildo? Well, my career would be ruined, I know that. The realistic, pink, eight-inch dildo that I forgot to put away back in the secret locker I keep it in. The one that I know for a fact is just haphazardly stuffed under one of my pillows…
Diesel turns from the window and goes right for my bed.
“Wait, don’t—”
He yanks the blankets and then the pillow back, and suddenly, the room goes quiet. I groan, my face going bright pink.
“That— That’s not mine,” I say lamely, my voice quavering.
He raises his eyes and gives me that smug — gorgeous, but smug — smile. “If it’s not, we’ve got bigger problems.”
He reaches down and picks it up, and I just want to melt through the floor. My hot, way older, way dangerous, way gorgeous new bodyguard is officially holding my freaking dildo.
It’s mortifying.
Diesel just grins at me though.
“And here I thought you were such a good girl,” he purrs quietly, his eyes locked on mine.
I snort, blushing. “Clearly, you don’t read the gossip magazines.”
“I don’t.”
“Well, I’m not sweet and innocent.”
I stare back at him defiantly, trying to ignore the fact that my gorgeous new bodyguard is holding my freaking sex toy in his hand. I jut out my chin, trying to will the blush away from my face as I shrug. My lip curls as I arch a brow at the big, imposing, stony-silent man.
“Aww, what,” I coo sarcastically. “Never knew girls needed toys?”
He doesn’t say anything, he just arches his brow, like he’s amused. And of course, the smart thing to do here is to just grab it out of his hands and maybe just hide in my room for the next week. But instead, because it’s me, I just double down. Like an idiot.
“Big man like you all tongue-tied now?” I move closer, sassing him as if that’ll get the fiery blush off my face. “What, didn’t expect to find that, huh?”
Slowly, as I move closer to him, trying to figure out if I can just snatch it from his hands, Diesel just starts to grin. Hungry. Amused. Smug.
My lips purse and my brow furrows.
“What?” I snap, walking right up to him and jabbing a finger into his chest. I swallow, suddenly ever more aware that I’m still just wearing a tiny white bikini and a pair of sunglasses perched on my head.
“Never thought you’d find a big fake dick under my pillow, did you?” I purr.
Diesel’s eyes lock with mine, and he smiles that gorgeous, infuriatingly smug grin down at me. His body uncoils, like somehow he’s getting even bigger as he towers over me, making my pulse skip a beat.
“No, princess,” he drawls out. He leans down, and I gasp, my lip catching between my teeth as he bends down and lets his lips brush just shy of touching my ear.
“I just think it’s amusing that you think this is big.”
Something hot, and fierce, and wild, pulses through me. And suddenly, I whimper at his words. He stays right there, looming over me, with his perfect lips millimeters from the skin of my neck under my ear. Lightning crackles through me, and every single millimeter of my skin tingles with filthy need and forbidden want before suddenly, he moves back.
“Here’s your little toy back,” he growls quietly, pushing the fake cock into my hands as I stand there dumbly, panting.
“Have fun, princess.”
He brushes past me and out the door, leaving me panting, shivering, and maddeningly on edge. My nipples strain at the front of my top, and slick, wet heat floods my bikini bottoms. And suddenly, I’m wondering how on earth I’m going to survive sharing a roof with him for the next freaking week.
4
Diesel
I shut off the shower, sighing as the water runs down over my skin. My muscles are still a little sore from the move earlier, and I can feel the tension slowly seeping out of me.