He nods. “These are just soyou. Pretty, fragrant. Delightful.”
He extends a hand to one of the staff. She brings over two boxes—one with the Sebastian Jewelry logo and the other containing the pearls that I received from Akiko. The woman opens the lid on the first one, revealing a gorgeous diamond-and-platinum tiara. It’s just big enough to make a statement without being pretentious. The gorgeous, glittering stones and chic design are fit for a princess.
“Wow,” I breathe.
“A tiara for my princess.” He smiles, then places it carefully on the crown of my head. Monica comes over to secure it with bobby pins.
Once Monica’s finished and retreats, I study my reflection. The tiara sparkles like a crown on my head. And Idofeel like a princess.
Josh reaches for the pearls next. He places the dangling earrings on my earlobes. Then the bracelet circles my wrist with a soft click of the clasp. Finally, he steps behind me and loops the stunning necklace around my neck, his fingertips brushingagainst my bare skin, sending shivers down my back. He lowers his head until he can whisper into my ear, his breath tickling my sensitive earlobe. “I love the way you smell. What did they do?”
“A massage with scented oil. It was really nice, but I like the way your shower gel smells on me better.”
His eyes flare, and his arm around my waist tightens. I turn in his embrace and press my forehead to his, inhaling the shared air between us.
“There’s something I need to confess to you,” I say, my eyes on his Adam’s apple. A mixture of anxiety and anticipation spark along my nerves. When he doesn’t respond for a few moments, I look up at him.
The humor slips from his face at my serious expression. “What is it?”
“Privately,” I murmur.
He gestures at the staff to leave us. When everyone is gone and the door closes, I exhale slowly.
“I did something bad,” I say.
“How bad?”
“I had some negative thoughts about myself earlier, before the event, even though I didn’t mean to.” I try to look penitent. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
He stands like a statue, but the tip of his eyebrow twitches. “No, you shouldn’t have.”
“So I should probably be…punished.”
His warm palms stroke my ass, then squeeze. “And how do you propose I should do that?”
“With, um…this?” I reach into the clutch and hand him the sleek cylinder.
He takes it and studies it, half curious, half turned on. “A remote control? To what?”
“My friend gave me an annual subscription to the Year of Coming First. A pair of crotchless vibrating panties came insidethe first box. And this is the remote control,” I explain. My cheeks burn, but I don’t want to chicken out. Sexual excitement isn’t the only thing driving me. It’s trust that he’ll safeguard me—and my heart.
Heat erupts in his eyes. He taps the button at the end.
A soft vibration pulses against my clit. I let out a shaky sigh, my eyes fluttering.
“How does it feel?” His low voice washes over me, making me shiver.
“Good, but not enough.”
“Enough to keep you simmering?”
“Yes.”
He chuckles wickedly, then rolls his thumb over the wheel. The intensity shoots up. I gasp. My knees buckle. I grip his forearm so my butt doesn’t hit the floor.
“This is perfect,” he purrs, then returns the intensity back to the lowest setting.
I look up at his satisfied expression. In this position, my face is at his crotch, and I can see his thickness straining against the pants. I run my fingertips over his length, keeping my touch feathery. “You’re so hard.” And ready to be pulled into my mouth or into my pussy. Anywhere where we can make each other feel amazing.
