Lily Thompson
I was going to lose my mind.
My body hadn’t calmed down since yesterday. Not even close. That man,Ryan, was messing with my entire nervous system. My skin felt too tight. My throat dry. My core? Flooded like a damn faucet had burst open down there and wouldn’t stop.
And now here I was, at nine-freaking-thirty in the morning, legs curled up in bed with my phone in one hand, scrolling through what could only be described as the horniest section of the internet: the s*x toy section.
The names alone were sending me into cardiac arrest. What in God’s name was a “ThrustMaster 3000”? And why did it have attachments that looked like they belonged in a sci-fi movie? Then there was the “Bunny Bender” complete with rotating beads, pulsing ears, and something labeled “triple intensit
