I lift my head and look at her again.
“Do you want them redone?”
Her brows pull together slightly. “Yeah,” she says after a second. “But I can’t exactly walk into a shop right now and get them done.”
“You know I have my piercing license. I got it when I opened the shop.”
“Oh,” she says, a little surprised. “Okay… I didn’t know that.”
I hold her gaze for a second longer, then I reach beside the bed and grab one of the pillows.
She looks at it.
“What are you doing?”
I place it over her face.
“Hold this over your head.”
She laughs softly beneath the pillow.
“Seth?”
“Keep it there.”
“Why?”
“Just trust me.”
She sighs into the pillow but keeps it pressed over her face.
“That usually means you’re about to do something weird.”
“Probably.”
I slide out of bed and reach into the nightstand drawer. The kit sits exactly where I left it.
Before I touch anything else, I glance back at her.
Her body is still loose from everything I have just done to her. The toy sits abandoned on the bed beside her thigh.
I step back to her.
My hand closes around it, then I slide my other hand between her legs, parting her just enough. She inhales the second I touch her, her body reacting immediately.
“Seth—”
I press thevibrator back inside her.
Her back arches, a broken sound slipping from her throat as her hips lift off the mattress. I hold it there for a second, making sure it is exactly where I want it, feeling the way her body tightens around it.
“Stay,” I tell her quietly.
She nods, breath uneven, her fingers gripping the sheets.
I pull my hand away and turn back to the nightstand.
The sterile needle remains sealed in its packaging while I pull on a pair of gloves and set the jewelry out. I reach for the clamps and taper next.
