Chapter Fifteen
“I think it’s commonly called a vibrator.” Her voice was breathy and laughing. He’d struck gold. This was f*****g brilliant. A woman who explored her own sexuality. The implications stretched out in front of him like jewels on a rope. “This a rabbit?”
Hope struggled under him, giggling nervously and turning the prettiest shade of pink. As pink as her gaudy walls.
“Do you like it?” God, he’d never had a conversation like this in his life, but he was definitely curious.
She nodded. “Yeah… but it’s… it’s…” She wouldn’t look at him. Finally, she raised her eyes, a challenging light entering them. “I’d rather have a cock.”
If he’d been standing, a feather could have knocked him over. Instead, her confession acted like a wildfire in his body. His c**k couldn’t get any harder
