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Once I am spent, my knees flop to the bed, and I let out a small laugh as I pull the vibrator out from under the sheets and turn it off, dropping it next to me on top of the covers. I lay back in a haze when suddenly, my bedroom door flings open.
I gasp, twisting to look at the door, gripping my sheets to my chest as Blake pops his head in. “I thought I heard you moaning like you were in pain.”
I unconsciously glance down, and he follows my line of sight, his eyes landing directly on my glistening pink vibrator. My face blushes bright red as my eyes flash back to his while I watch a slow mischievous smile appear on his face. “Oh… okay, well, in that case, enjoy yourself. But make sure you pretend that cock is mine, and next time, Zoey… say my name when you come.”
My eyes widen in shock.
I am completely at a loss for words.
All I can reply is, “Mm-hmm…”
Was he listening on the other side of the door?
If so, how much did he hear?
The idea he knew and came in anyway to make sure sends a thrill of excitement through me.
He wanted me to be thinking of him.
This is a whole new territory for us.
He winks, then walks out, closing my door behind him. Instantly, I sink into my bedsheets, pulling the covers over my head as I groan. “Oh my God, Zoey!”
That was embarrassing.
But somehow, seeing him smirk like that, like he was that impressed, maybe even a little turned on, and those words, ‘make sure you pretend that cock is mine,’ has me grinning widely.
Jeeesus!
How am I supposed to go to sleep after that?
All that did was turn me on even more.
I pick up the vibrator and move to place it on the side table when I stop and bite down on my bottom lip.
Pretend that cock is mine.
Smiling, I roll on my back, hiking up my knees, and tilt my head. “If you say so, Mr. Branson.”
Then I flick on the switch sending the vibrator into action again.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Zoey
The Next Morning
While standing in my bedroom, I am trying to work up the courage to walk into the living room, where I know Blake will be sleeping. But, after him walking in on me last night and knowing I was pleasuring myself, I simply don’t know how I can look him in the eyes.
The fact I then went and did it again after he left because he turned me on even more with what he said makes it even more mortifying.
But I have to go out there at some point.
So I pull up my big girl panties and walk to my door.
Making my way down to the living room, I hear the television switched on and Blake and Hailee chatting away. Hailee’s giggling like mad over something. It makes me smile at how well they get along, which relaxes me a little more as I enter the space.
They’re in the kitchen, and the smell of pancakes already cooking wafts to my nose, making my eyes widen. Blake’s standing at the stove, apron on, as he tries to turn a pancake, but it flips, breaking apart into at least three pieces in the pan.
