Lia lay in Blake's enormous bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. The night she had carefully planned out had ended before it even started, leaving her frustrated.
How could her own hands compare to the intensity Blake brought? Her thoughts kept wandering back to the pink vibrator Blake had used last night. It must still be in the room somewhere.
Feeling her way through the darkness was taking longer than expected, so she decided to start with the bedside drawers. Pulling open the first one, she was lucky to find a small flashlight. She smiled with satisfaction and quickly turned it on, the dim light casting a soft glow over the room.
"This little bit of light won't catch old Samuel's attention," she reassured herself.
She pulled open the second drawer—it was filled with pens and
