I stare at the note, getting another rush. He wants me to wear the vibrator now, right here in front of everyone. My mind races, turning over the wild proposition. I feel like he’s daring me. Or maybe this is just a tease. Maybe he thinks I won’t do it. But he doesn’t know me.
I never back down from a challenge.
I discreetly slide the box into my purse and walk down the hall to the ladies’ restroom. It’s a polished, classy room with gleaming marble counters and several stalls. Two women are by the sinks, reapplying lipstick and gossiping. They barely give me a second look as I slip into the stall at the end of the row and lock the door.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. My heart races in my chest as I pull out the slim box. I place it on the ledge inside the door, and slowly inch my dress up over my thighs.
My panties are already damp with excitement. I pull them down and run my fingers over myself. I have to bite back a gasp. I’m already wet, aching for more.
“Did you see Olivia’s hair? Total break-up freakout.”
“She should have known he was cheating. I mean, nobody needs to travel to Miami for business that often.”
I can hear the women talking outside. It makes me feel even naughtier as I stroke myself again, circling in a rhythm that gets me there every time. Pleasure rises and I brace myself against the wall as my legs go weak. It feels so good – and I haven’t even strapped on the butterfly yet.
Is this what he wanted? I wonder. Is he out there right now?
Does he know I’m touching myself?
The main door swings open, and the music from outside blares louder. Then the women exit and the bathroom is silent except for the sound of my own quick breathing. I’m alone with my slick, hot fingers and the tight lust coiled between my thighs.
I reach for the box and slowly lift out the butterfly. My fingers glisten with my own damp juices, painting the silicone as I hold it up. I slip the straps of the harness around my thighs, pulling them tighter so that the small toy is nestled snug against my body. I slide my panties back up, and just like that, it’s hidden between my thighs. A secret nobody knows but me.
And whoever sent it to me.
I gulp at the knowledge, my stomach twisting with nervous excitement. He’s in control now.
But that’s not quite true either, I realize. He’s been calling the shots since the night began: sending me the lingerie, ordering me to wear it. He chose my most private clothing. He chose the toy that’s pressed against my pussy in the most intimate kiss.
And he’ll choose what happens next.
I run my fingers over the silk of my panties, pressing the butterfly softly against me. Even with the vibe turned off, the smooth foreign pressure feels too good as it rubs against my tight bundle of nerves. My clit feels swollen, extra-sensitive to every nudge and press.
I take a deep breath. Holy shit, I’m really doing this.
I unlock the stall and walk over to the sink, rinsing my wrists under the cool water as I try to pull myself back together again. I look in the mirror and feel a shock at my reflection. My hair is mussed, my skin is pink and glowing, and my eyes are shining with excitement.
I look like I’m about to get laid.
I head through the bar and make my way back to the table. With each step, the butterfly gives a soft caress against my sensitive nub.
It hits me all over again: just how illicit and naughty this is. I’m surrounded by people and I’m being fondled by the silver butterfly in my panties. This is amazing. The underwear, the club, the butterfly, it all feels so deliciously wicked.
The room is busier now, and I scan the crowd eagerly for any sign of who could be holding the remote.
He could be anyone. Anywhere.
I wonder what’s going to happen next. And right as the question crosses my mind, I feel a low pulse from the vibrator.
I freeze.
The butterfly pulses again, soft against me, and then starts buzzing for real. Deep. Rhythmic. It’s barely a hum, but damn, it feels so good. My cheeks flush and my knees weaken. I shake my head, trying to regain composure. The corner table seems so far away now. Catching my breath, I squeeze my legs together. It only presses the pulsing butterfly tighter against the ache.
Right there. Yes.
The pulsing suddenly gets stronger. I stand frozen in the crowd as the butterfly vibrates against my clit just right. Waves of pleasure slam through me, almost too intense, but keeping me suspended at the edge of bliss. I bite my lip, and then the buzzing stops. My own pulse is racing. Is he stopping now? He can’t be done. I look over my shoulder, then scan the room again. I’m almost back to my table when—
Oh my god!
I press my slick thighs together, trying not to moan out loud. I can’t stop the vibrations. I can only hold tight to the back of a chair nearby, totally at the mercy of the pleasure flooding through my body.
A stranger knocks into me. He grabs my arm to keep me from falling.
“You OK?” a voice filters through my haze.
The vibrations slow to a faint ripple.
I catch my breath, turning to look at the man who spoke. He’s handsome in a preppy kind of way.
Is he the mystery man with the remote?
I find my voice. “I’m great,” I say slowly, watching his reactions. “How about you?”
“Better now that I’ve met you.” He grins at me, showing perfect white teeth. “Can I get you a drink?”
As I’m about to respond, the vibrator shuts off. I can see both of this guy’s hands in plain view. He doesn’t have the control.
Damn.
“No thanks.” I brush him off with a smile. “I’m with someone.”
I walk away. The vibrator pulses once, as if to say, ‘good girl.’
Now I’m really curious – and turned on. As I continue through the crowd, the vibrator shudders against me intermittently in a low, teasing hum. I look around. What game is he playing? I know he’s here, somewhere in the crowd. He can see me.
Maybe he wants me to find him. This naughty game is filling me with even more of an intense desire to meet this mystery man.
I decide to go to the bar and check out the scene. Maybe the bartender remembers who was there earlier. I slide onto a free stool and accidentally catch the eye of the man waiting to be served next to me. He’s a baby-faced redhead with a mop of curls and an expensive suit.
“Hey baby,” he starts, with a smug grin. The vibrations stop, as if to tell me it’s not him.
So this is the game.
“Not interested.” I turn away, wondering when my mystery man will reveal himself. He has to come meet me sometime, right?
Or is he planning on tormenting me from afar for the rest of the night?
I hope not. I’m getting so turned on by the low pulses, steady against my clit. My nipples are peaked, stiff with tension. It’s an exquisite torture, having just the one small part of my body stimulated, while the rest still aches to be touched.
“Hey! Justine!”
I spin around. Adam Granger is coming through the crowd towards me. My client, Adam. Oh shit.
“Crazy running into you,” he exclaims, arriving at the bar. “I guess this is the place to be, right?”
“Right,” I echo faintly, my mind racing. I can’t talk to him in this state! As if sensing my panic, the butterfly stills. I take a breath of relief. I love the pleasure, but it’s crazy to be feeling this way in front of a client.
“I’m grabbing a drink with my brother and some friends,” Adam explains. “Come join us, I’ve told them all about you.”
Before I can object, he guides me through the crowd to a booth in the opposite corner. I’m halfway there, just steps behind Adam, when a fresh surge jolts through me. The vibrator buzzes wildly, sending pleasure crashing through my body.
Oh my god!
I stifle a whimper, gasping for air. It feels so good! The pulses go from soft to hard, soft to hard, completely unpredictable. I can’t stop the heat rising; my body has a mind of its own. I’m hurtling higher, blood pounding in my ears, my skin burning up—
“Are you OK?” Adam pauses, looking back at me.
“Fine!” my reply is high-pitched. I clench my thighs together and try not to come right here in the middle of the bar. I don’t think I can hold back when suddenly, the vibrations stop.
Holy shit.
I arrive at the table with Adam, feeling flustered and flushed. He introduces me, pointing to an older, more serious-looking version of himself. “This is my brother Paul. He’s a surgeon at New York-Presbyterian.”
I manage a smile and a handshake. Paul grips my hand firmly and grins. “My baby brother has been singing your praises,” he says smoothly. “I hear you’re going to give that jackass Kellan the beating he so richly deserves.”
“That’s the plan,” I try to recover. Adam introduces me to the rest of the table, a couple more guys in their late twenties in Wall Street suits, but it’s hard to concentrate. I slide into the seat, still reeling from the last explosion of pleasure.
My body aches with desire, and I can’t help glancing around the bar again, wondering who is putting me through this sweet torment.
I should be embarrassed, I know, but the truth is: I want more.
“You look flushed,” Adam looks over at me. “Are you feeling OK?”
“Sure. Just a little…hot.”
That’s an understatement. My panties are soaked through now, and my nipples strain against my dress. Thank god it’s dark in here. I can only hope they haven’t noticed.
“Let me get you some water.” Adam calls over a waitress.
Suddenly, the vibrations start again, maximum strength.
Oh my freaking god!
I clench my fists and feel the pulses surge through me, driving my clit wild with pleasure. There’s a pause, and then another sharp burst that makes me gasp out loud.
Everyone looks over. Shit!
“Just a cramp,” I manage to stammer.
“It’s those heels you wear,” Paul says knowingly. “It shortens your Achilles tendons.” He launches into a longwinded medical explanation while I brace myself against the onslaught of pleasure. Holy shit, I’m getting close. I can feel the pressure rising, delicious and forbidden. I want to grind into the seat, push the vibe tighter to me until I come.
“Adam’s been telling me about the lawsuit,” Paul’s voice brings me back again. “It sounds like this Ashton guy is playing hardball.”
I nod, dazed. I’m trying to keep it together, but God, this feels so good!
The pulses against my clit grow stronger. I clutch at the edge of the table, my body wired tight, so close to the edge...
I can’t hold on any longer. I need to get out of here.
“Excuse me,” I blurt, grabbing my bag. “I should go. We have a long day tomorrow.” I manage an apologetic smile, hoping it masks the arousal underneath.
“Of course, sure. Good to see you.” Adam leaps up. “Do you need me to call you a cab?”
I feel the low thrum in my bloodstream. I don’t have much time. “I’m fine!” I say, backing away. I knock into a chair, and quickly right it. “I’ll call you in the morning!”
I turn and hurry to the exit, right as the mystery man starts a dizzying set of pulsations. Hard, soft. Hard, soft. Medium, hard, hard, hard, HARD.
Oh lord!
I can’t make it to the exit. I step into a dark alcove and sink back against the wall as my body breaks. An earth-shattering orgasm takes hold of me, cresting through my body in swift, demanding waves.
Yes!
I clasp a hand to my mouth to keep from crying out, but a low moan still escapes. Ecstasy washes over me again and again with each pulse of the butterfly. I give in, I give up. All I can do is lean against the wall and surrender to the bone-melting pleasure of it all.
Finally, the vibrations slow to a stop. With a deep, shuddering breath, I open my eyes.
Nobody has noticed a thing.
I can’t believe it— I felt like I was coming apart, screaming the whole building down, but I’m still hidden here in the dark corner, with nobody even looking in my direction.
Thank you lord.
I wait another minute, until my heart rate slows, then push my hair out of my face and pull myself back together. I take a step and the butterfly rubs against my oversensitive clit again. I bite back a whimper as an aftershock hits me. My whole body feels exhilarated, the glow of my orgasm still heavy in my veins.
That felt incredible.
I reach the door and step out onto the sidewalk. The street is still bustling with people on their way back from dinner and drinks. I look around for a cab, already planning a long soak in the tub back at the apartment.
A voice calls from behind me.
“JJ?”
Oh fuck. I cringe. No. Please, don’t let it be him. Anyone but him.
I slowly turn around.
It’s Ashton. He’s looking even hotter than when I saw him in the boardroom today, wearing a pair of dark jeans with a crisp white shirt open at the neck. His blue eyes pierce into me, dark and hot.
My mouth goes dry.
“Ash, hi,” I force out a bright greeting. I want to turn and run, but there’s no escape. I can’t ignore him, so I’ll just have to fake like I don’t give a damn – and like I haven’t just had an epic orgasm less than sixty seconds ago. “Twice in one day,” I add dryly. “Lucky me.”
His lips quirk with amusement. “Maybe I’m making up for lost time.”
Ash walks closer. His eyes travel down my body before sliding back up to my face again.
He smirks, and heat slams through my body. This time, it’s fear.
Can he tell?
“Ashton, baby?” A sultry voice asks.
I snap my head around. I didn’t realize he was with another woman. A tall, gorgeous woman I’ve seen on a dozen billboards and ad campaigns. Now, she tucks a hand through Ash’s arm and gives me a questioning sneer.
Of course he’d be dating a supermodel. I’m sweaty and sticky, my hair is a mess, and I probably look like I just ran a marathon. And she looks like she just stepped off a catwalk in some swishy designer dress.
“Don’t let me keep you,” I tell him, unable to keep the bitter note from my voice. “I’m sure you have places to go, innocent men to bankrupt.”
“I take it you haven’t reconsidered our settlement offer then.” He sounds as smooth as ever, but there’s something in his tone that makes me think he’s not so calm. There’s still a flash of fire in his eyes when he looks at me.
“You wish.” I glare. “I’ll be dead and buried before I let you win.”
“Then shouldn’t you be busy working, coming up with more ridiculous lawsuits?” There’s a teasing edge to his grin, but I’m not charmed.
“Don’t you remember?” I ask. “I’m a great multitasker. Bye now,” I purr, flashing a smile. I see a blur of yellow and flag down a passing cab. “You two have fun tonight. And don’t forget to use protection,” I coo, pulling open the door. “You wouldn’t want to catch something.”
“Hey!” The model frowns.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I meant from him.” I slide into the backseat of the cab, feeling triumphant. Right as the door closes, I catch the shock on Ashton’s face. Score one for me.
Maybe that was a cheap shot, but he deserves it. Once upon a time, I thought there was a future for us, but now that I’ve seen what he’s become, I know that’s just a dream. It doesn’t matter how rich and hot he is now, there’s something missing, a coldness I never imagined I’d see.
It’s obvious my Ash is long gone and this Ashton is here to stay. And like I told him, the only way I’ll let him win this lawsuit is over my dead body.
Besides, I think, as the neon lights of the city glide past, there’s a new man in my life. One who sends me sexy invitations and dares me to do wicked things beyond my wildest dreams.
I need to know who he is.
I want to meet him, face to face.
I’m determined: I’m going to look him in the eye the next time he makes me come.