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“Oh. Well, okay,” Kipp says. He chuckles a little. “Um, I should probably get back to work.”
“Yeah. Of course. Do me a favor, sweetheart?”
“Okay?” he asks a little hesitantly.
I smile, even though he can’t see it. “Next time you go to the bathroom, I want you to fuck yourself with that plug. Three times, in and out.”
He curses.
“And text me when you’re done,” I add.
Kipp blows out a breath. “You’re cruel, Teddy.”
“You’ll be thanking me later.”
“No doubt. I’m going now. Bye, husband-mine.”
I chuckle. “Bye, Kipp.”
Fifteen minutes later, a text comes through.
Babydoll: Done. I hate you so much, you have no idea. You better make good on your promise later—so hard I pass out.
I smirk at my phone. Deal.
Chapter 22
Kipp
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I mutter, each step pure torture. Torture.
I’ve never been so horny in all my life. And that’s saying something.
“If he doesn’t pounce on me,” I mutter to myself, “the moment I’m through the door, I’m going to die. And I don’t think that’s melodramatic. It’s the truth.”
I breathe a sigh of relief when I step out of the elevator and spot our door.
“So. Close.”
I did everything Teddy asked me to today. I thought of him every time the plug shifted inside my ass. I remembered his fingers and the feel of his lips against my skin. I fucked myself three goddamn times with the thing after lunch, which was entirely too much and not enough at all. I imagined his cock finally, finally sinking inside of me. And, before I left, I cleaned up and relubed myself.
I’m ready. So goddamn ready I’m fairly certain I’m going to come the second he slams inside my body. And he better slam. You bet your ass there better be slamming involved. I have waited a long damn time for this. I’ve been good. I’ve been patient…somewhat.
I deserve to be railed like a freaking ragdoll, damn it!
My hand shakes as I slip the key into the lock. Every single minute shift of my body has the plug rubbing against me. I’ve oversensitized, my cock is hard, my nipples are hard, and all I want, when I walk through the door, is Teddy.
The door opens without a creak, and silence greets me. I step inside tentatively, my feet shuffling forward. He’s not in the kitchen. Not working out. Not in the living room.
I close the door behind me. “Teddy?”
No answer.
I set down my things and toe off my shoes. I consider stripping out of my pants for efficiency’s sake but decide against it. I’m Teddy’s to undress.
The thought makes me shiver.
I get all the way to the entrance of the hall when Teddy appears, stepping out of the bedroom and into my line of vision. I stop in my tracks, the look in his eye freezing me where I stand.
