Playing It Safe(42)

After I’ve finished brushing my teeth, I make quick work of going through my closet to pick out my clothes for work tomorrow. Once that’s done, I turn off all the lights and pull back the comforter to climb into bed. It’s cool against my skin, and I bring it up to my chin to snuggle with it while sinking farther into the mattress.


I lie there for a good half hour listening to music and staring up at the ceiling. What started out as a good idea is starting to annoy the hell out of me. So I lean over and pull the iPhone out of the docking station and leave it on my nightstand.

My legs are restless, and my mind is still playing over what happened in the bar tonight with Alex. It’s then that I decide to do the only thing that is going to get me to sleep tonight. I’ve been so good too, going cold turkey for a couple of weeks, but f*ck it, I need to unwind, and this is the only solution.

Leaning over once more, I open the drawer in my nightstand and pull out my vibrator. I’ve had this thing for a couple of years now after going to a sex toy party I was invited to by a colleague who shall remain nameless.

It was Lisette.

Like I wasn’t going to tell you who hosted the sex toy party.

As soon as I saw this thing and heard the name of it, I had to have it. It’s bright pink with a smiley face at the base. Just before the head, there is a bulbous part with a bunch of little colorful balls. They say it’s for maximum stimulation when it’s switched on, but to me it looks like a freaking gumball machine is about to f*ck me. There’s also this rubberish-looking claw that lines up with my clit. When that part is turned on, I’m usually climaxing within twenty seconds, thirty if I’m lazy and decide not to turn it all the way up. The very best part is the name. It’s called the Wascally Wabbit. Can you believe that shit? Every time I come with this thing I want to say, “That’s all folks,” like Porky Pig at the end of a Looney Tunes cartoon.

I kick the comforter off of me and try to clear my head from all thoughts of Bugs Bunny and back to Alex. It isn’t very hard to do. Within seconds I’m already picturing him hovering over me, his mouth trailing down my throat until he finds my breasts. He begins the languorous task of sucking on my nipples with the perfect blend of pleasure and pain. After he’s paid enough attention to each one, he licks his way down to my belly button. His hands spread my legs farther so he can teasingly trace the outlines of my underwear with his finger. With one swift movement, his finger breaches the side of my panties and enters me slowly.

I need to get this show on the road because I’m sure I’ll break the Guinness Book of World Records tonight. I switch on the vibrator and go to remove my panties, but then my cell phone also starts to vibrate, scaring the living shit out of me. I’m so freaked out that I answer it without looking to see who it is first.

“Julia,” Alex says with an obvious smile that doesn’t help my libido.

I sit up straight in my bed, holding the phone in one hand and the vibrator in the other. “Why are you calling me so late?”

“Did I wake you?”

“No.”

“Are you sure I didn’t wake you?”

In a huff, I answer, “Alex, I’m sure you didn’t wake me up. Care to tell me why you’re calling me so late though?”

“I felt bad about how we left things, and I wanted to …”

“Alex?” I ask, then pull the phone away from my ear to make sure we’re still connected. “Are you still there?”

“What’s that noise?”

Jesus Christ, the vibrator is still turned on. I switch it off quickly and hide it under the comforter like I’ve been caught with my hand in the cookie jar.

“What noise?”

“There was a distinct humming sound, and now it’s gone,” he surmises like all of a sudden he’s Sherlock Holmes.

“Nope, no noise. I don’t hear a thing.”

“Julia,” he says in a warning tone. “What did I tell you about lying to me?”

“You said you’d spank me.”

Dammit, I know I sound way too excited and breathless, because he’s clearly enjoying it, judging by what he says next.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Without a moment’s hesitation, I answer truthfully and blame it all on the slight buzz that’s still lingering. “Yes.”

We both stay quiet for a second or two. I can’t deny that his sultry and assertive voice is working better on me than any Bugs Bunny vibrator ever could. I fall back onto the pillows and soak it in because as soon as we hang up I’m going to be picking up right where I left off.

“Were you doing what I think you were doing before I called you?” he asks seductively.

“What do you think I was doing?”

“If you were doing what I think you were doing, then I need you to keep going and not let me interrupt you.”

“Are you crazy?” I say with a throaty laugh.

“Julia, you’ve got me batshit crazy thinking about you all the time, but now … I’ve lost my ever-loving mind. I need to hear you.”

I bite my bottom lip and consider my options. One, hang up and get back to business. Or two, let him hear me get off over the phone. The Jeopardy theme music plays in my head until his velvety voice breaks me out of my thoughts, making my decision that much easier. Option number two it is.