RHEA’S POV
“Don’t touch yourself until I come back,” he ordered.
My frustration spiked almost immediately. I had been looking forward to getting home so I could finish what he started, and now even that was taken from me.
Maybe he’ll be back early, I told myself.
The moment I got home, I took a long shower, letting myself soak in the sweet scent of my soap, then slipped into my nightie.
I sat for hours, resisting the urge to pull out my vibrator or at least use my hand. I read my notes, called Lyra, and called my dad. I tried everything I could think of to fight the feeling, but none of it did a single thing, and there I was, eventually humping a pillow like I had lost my mind.
Hours passed and Rowan still wasn’t back. I kept glancing at the window at every small movement outside.
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