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Fuck. I’m about to turn around and run to the bathroom to take it out because there’sno way. Then, his hand moves again and the damn thing comes to life, buzzing even harder against my clit.
“Drake!” I shriek, bowing toward the floor as I mentally force myself not to come.No, no, no, no.
When it stops, I lunge toward him. “Give me that damn thing!” I yell, but he holds it out of my grasp. I’m pressed against his body, reaching for the remote as the toy starts up again.
Against my will, the highest pitch, most humiliating sound slips through my lips. It’s like the soundtrack to a porno plays for one second, and Drake howls with laughter.
“You’re such a jerk!” I yell clapping my hand over my mouth. I can’t believe I just made that sound. Poor Hunter is covering his face with his hand, looking beet red and trying not to watch as I fight Drake for the remote, while also trying not to have a very public orgasm against my will.
“You know you like it,” Drake replies darkly, and my eyes meet his for a second. Oh, shit. With the way he’s looking at me, and the way my body is feeling at the moment, we are definitely heading straight for something I don’t want and I’m afraid if I don’t stop this right now, I’m going to regret it.
There’s only one person I want to cross the line with, and sorry, Drake, but it’s not you.
“What is going on?” a dark voice bellows from across the room, and my body turns to ice.
The buzzing stops abruptly, and I pry myself away from Drake’s wall of muscle. Quickly turning, I see Emerson walking toward me with a look of horror on his face. Oh God, he’s going to find out about the vibrator. I mean, I wanted him to find out, because it would make him mad, and Iwantedto make him mad.Does this make me a brat?
But now that he’s staring at me like that, like I’ve betrayed him and somehow hurt him, I desperately hope he doesn’t find out. I can’t stand another second of his disappointment.
“Relax. Charlotte and I were just conducting an experiment,” Drake says, and my eyes shift toward him. Oh God, he’s going to just tell him, isn’t he?
“It’s nothing,” I reply quickly, walking toward Emerson.
“What experiment?” Emerson asks.
Drake holds up the remote. “We wanted to see if she could act natural with that remote control vibrator in.”
Emerson’s head turns slowly in my direction, and I shrink into a tiny speck of dust next to him. “You’re wearing it now?”
I force down a nervous swallow. Drake laughs. “Yeah. And in case you’re wondering, she cannot. Couldn’t even walk on the lowest setting.”
I hate Drake. I hate him so fucking much. More than I hate Monica.
Okay, maybe not more than I hate Monica. But I hate him a lot.
“Ha, ha, ha,” I reply snarkily, glaring narrow-eyed at Drake. He winks back at me, and it makes me hate him more. Stupid hot guy sorcery. I walk toward the bathroom to take the toy out, but Emerson stops me.
“Not so fast.” I watch in horror as he steps toward Drake, holding out a hand for the remote. As Drake places it in his palm, I stare, as if waiting for something catastrophic to happen. He wouldn’t…would he?
He slips the remote into his pocket. “Let’s go, Charlotte.”
The look on his face doesn’t look playful or kind. His jaw is still clicking as he clenches his teeth. His gaze still hard on me before he turns and marches toward the front door.
I quickly look back at Drake, who doesn’t even bother to look apologetic. He snickers to himself.
Yep, I hate him.
With the vibrator snugly in place, but still and quiet—thank God—I rush off behind Emerson.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
He gives me one quick, impatient glance before replying, “Out to lunch.”
RULE #19: NOT ALL PUNISHMENTS ARE BAD.
Charlotte
I’m so fucked. Emerson is silent in the car next to me as we drive and I still can’t really tell if he’s mad at me for the way I treated Monica or for flirting with Drake or for wearing the vibrator without his permission. Or all of the above.
