Rachel POV
Wright House
I was a quivering, limp mess on the bed as Tyler finally took mercy on me. He turned the toy off and tucked it back into its box before placing the gift bag on the bedside table. I had never seen such a deceptive package. The damned thing looked innocent yet carried pleasure almost certainly too good not to be a sin.
"Good?"
"Good?" I echoed in disbelief.
We shared a laugh as Tyler moved to lie beside me on the bed. He used a hand to pull my skirt back down my thighs to cover me though I was still sensitive enough even closing my legs caused a residual jolt to strike through me at even that slight movement.
Rolling to my side, I said, "I am not sure I'm healthy enough for your gift. I'm pretty sure one more minute? I would've had a heart attack."
Tyler and
