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“Eww, Rory, you’re killing the vibe here.”
“Sorry.” I roll my lips to hide my amusement.
He dips his hand back into the bag and pulls out my red rose vibrator.
“Ma’am, I have reason to believe that these items might be paraphernalia of some kind disguised as sex toys.”
“Really, paraphernalia?” Jackson stays in character despite my questioning. “Do you think that tiny little rose is a bong?”
Jackson inspects the vibrator. “This hole here could easily be where you put your mouth to inhale. All pipes, bongs, and vapes have one. Ma’am, I’m not sure if you are aware, but marijuana consumption is illegal here in the great state of Texas. I’m going to have to bring you down to the station.” He takes a step toward me but stops. “Unless…”
“Unless?”
“If you had some way to prove to me that these are in fact personal stimulation devices, I’d have to let you go. With a warning, of course.”
Personal stimulation devices? What a dork he can be sometimes.
“I want to comply, officer.” I nod in agreement. Giving him my best damsel in distress voice. “But you see, I’m indisposed right now.” I jiggle my arm, causing the cuffs to clink against the headboard. “With only one free hand, I’m unable to give you a proper demonstration. Unless…”
“Unless?” Jackson’s eyes hold mine. Behind them is so much heat I feel as though he’ll set me on fire at any moment.
“I was thinking, maybe you could assist me. I don’t want to go to jail over a misunderstanding.”
“I’d have to touch you. Do I have your permission?” I swallow the lump of excitement in my throat and nod. God, he makes consent sexy. “I need you to use your words. Verbal consent is important in these types of situations.”
“You have my permission to touch me.”
I lay back on the bed. Knees bent and my right arm pulled up toward the headboard. The sound of Jackson’s boots against the floorboards alerts me that he’s coming closer. The palms of his hands rest on my kneecaps before they slide down my thighs. Maintaining eye contact, his fingers wrap around the waistband of my leggings. Slowly, Jackson peels them off of me. His knuckle grazes over the silky fabric of my panties. A low groan reverberates from deep within his chest.
“Ma’am, upon closer inspection, it appears you’re eager to prove your innocence to me.”
“Oh, I am, officer. I’ve never been in trouble, ever. And I really don’t want to go to jail.”
Jackson’s finger moves the small piece of fabric away, then slides one finger deep inside my core. “A good girl, huh?” My back arches off the mattress as he curls his finger, hooking just the right spot. “I’ll be the judge of that.”
He slides his finger out and brings it to his mouth. I watch his full lips form a perfect seal as he sucks himself clean.
“Now that I’ve performed a brief cavity search, I’m going to remove these so I can start the test of the aforementioned items.” Pulling my underwear down, he tosses them to the side. His attention is now solely on the vibrators. “Which one do I want to test first?” My eyes watch him intently. “You ruined this one for me thanks to the MeeMaw reference.” He grabs the pink wand and pushes it away. “This silver one looks like a bullet. A little cliché for a hot cop, bad gi—excuse me, good girl role play. So that leaves this pretty little flower.” He picks up the red rose bud and eyes it suspiciously. “How do I start this thing?”
“Jackson,” I warn.
“Wait, I think I figured it out.”
The rose comes to life in his hands, and I watch him hit the button repeatedly until he’s cycled through all the speeds. He presses it a few more times until the damn thing is almost at full strength.
“Don’t start with that one, please.”
“Ma’am, you told me you would cooperate. Are you going back on your word?”
He presses the vibrator firmly against my outer lips. Holy crap, I don’t think I’ve ever used this speed.
“No, I fully…Oh, God.” I feel his other hand spread me wide and soon the suction finds my clit. This is going to be so embarrassing.
Jackson has no clue what type of power that little red rose bud holds. This is my go-to toy when I’m not in the mood to put in any work for an orgasm. This little sucker can get me off a handful of times in under five minutes. Think unsexy things, Rory. Holding my breath, I try my best not to lose control. But the second Jackson pushes down on my clit, I’m lost.
My back arches and my toes curl as my orgasm rips me to shreds. Stars, I’m seeing actual stars. Somehow, over my screams, I can hear Jackson mutter something that sounds like holy shit. But he doesn’t remove the toy from my clit. Instead, he keeps it there and watches me like a damn science experiment. Not even fifteen seconds later, the tingling in my abdomen starts, and I’m once again bucking off the bed. A string of incoherent words and syllables fall from my lips.
“This thing is friggin’ incredible. I know toys aren’t the competition or anything, but I’m a little jealous of this one.” He removes it from my clit, and I open my eyes a bit to find him staring at me in awe. “New game.”
