The Boss (The Boss 1)

I rubbed the vibe in slow circles around my clit, my fingers closing over one hard nipple and tugging. I imagined Neil lying in his bed at the W, his massive cock in his fist, wanting me, thinking of me, remembering the way I’d screamed and writhed in his lap as he’d spanked my ass. I thought of the way he’d looked when he’d walked through the door to find me fingering myself for him. I wished he could see me now, getting myself off with his present.

My eyes flew open. He could see me. If I took a picture.

I set the vibe aside, my clit aching as I sprinted from the room, through the empty living room, to where my digital camera hung in its bag on the coat rack. I was so not doing this with my phone, at the risk of sending it to Facebook or something by accident.

I raced back to my bed and lay back. Before I picked up the lipstick vibe, though, I reached for the sensitizing cream in the compact. It didn’t feel unlike lipgloss as I tested its slip between my thumb, index, and middle fingers. I slicked it over my clit, rubbing it in, savoring the sound of the cream— and my own cream— moving beneath my fingers.

My hands shook as I turned on the vibrator and nestled the length of red plastic between my labia. I drew my knees up so that my feet rested flat against the bed, and moved my pelvis in small, careful circles. I wanted more contact, wanted to come, but I wanted to wait.

I wanted him to see.

I leaned my forearm against my knee, so the camera wouldn’t shake. Then, slowly, I drew my hand down my body, my breath speeding until I was panting, my fingers spreading my labia on either side of the vibrator. I gasped and twisted my hips, too aware of the tingling, hot sensation as my most sensitive area absorbed the salve. My pulse pounded in my pleasantly swollen flesh, as if every molecule in my body were rushing directly to the source of my pleasure. The stimulation of the powerful vibration was nearly too much. I pushed the tip harder against me and curled my toes, my entire body going still in the gripping shocks that radiated from my clit as my release shot through me. My legs shook, I shouted, “Oh, fuck!” and snapped the photo.

I laid there for a long time, the camera in one hand, the vibrator in the other, still running. It was its cheerful buzz that forced me to sit up and finally turn it off. Pushing sweat-damp hair back from my face, I slid the button on the back of my camera to display the last picture taken.

When I saw the photo of my labia spread obscenely around the shaft of the sex toy, I almost lost my nerve. My clit was nearly as red as the bright plastic pressed against it, and my skin and pubic hair glistened with the greasy sheen of the cream. Two fingers in a v pulled back my folds, and they were wet and shiny, as well.

I couldn’t give that photo to him, surely. I would die of shame if anyone ever saw it. I was close to deleting it when I imagined his reaction. That stilled my thumb over the button.

Neil wanted me. I didn’t need any further proof than what he’d already given me. We’d been lovers for six years— although all but two nights of those years had been spent apart, and without me knowing his real name. We’d been given the most serendipitous chance to indulge ourselves in each other all over again. I had to take the full experience.

The only problem was getting the photo to him. He was spending time with his daughter; I didn’t want to spring this on him via cell phone during that. I considered email, but that seemed a bit risky, and I didn’t know if he’d open it on the company server, which could lead to some embarrassing complications.

I looked to the iPad sitting on my dresser, and a truly evil thought occurred to me.

I had never looked so forward to the end of the weekend in my life.

Chapter Nine

After a weekend of restless nights, I was more than ready to see Neil again. I was on high alert from the moment my eyes opened on Monday morning. I showered, dressed, and commuted on total autopilot, the words of the manuals I had poured over flickering through my mind. Neil’s trick with the sushi on Friday seemed to have flipped the switch on my libido to full power, and he was the only person capable of returning me to factory settings. Believe me, I’d tried, over and over, with the toys he’d sent me. But no matter how many times I’d come, I was still miserably turned on.