thong down her legs and off her feet.
She felt like laughing with the exhilaration of being so free. The air blew across her heated skin, caressing every inch of exposed skin—and it was all exposed. Better yet, she thrilled to the idea.
Who knew walking on the wild side could be so liberating, so fun, so—
“Oouch!” Wide awake now, she jackknifed to a sitting position from the excruciating pain originating at both nipples and shooting through her extremities. “What the hell are you doing?”
Drew lay half on top of her, blocking her retreat. “Don’t yell at me. They’re your nipple clamps! I thought you were into that kind of thing.”
“Nipple clamps? Why the hell would I have nipple clamps?” She glanced down at the pink torture devices hanging from her nipples like obscene trapeze artists and wished the alcohol had numbed more than her brain. Wait. They were beginning to look familiar. “Those aren’t nipple clamps! They’re lingerie grippers.”
Drew’s smile was grim. He reached out and slid a little black switch on the base close to the dangling butterflies she’d thought were so cute. Butterflies of death.
At first the vibration felt like jolts of electricity zapping her nipples. But before she could scream, the sensation changed. Wow. Maybe they really were nipple clamps.
But they still hurt.
Biting back a scream, she deftly removed the clamps and pushed Drew to his back, straddling him, his hot erection thumping her backside.
Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but suddenly she felt very X-rated. Scooting back, she allowed his penis to drag up the center of her until she was close enough to lick the darkened tip.
Then she deftly attached a clamp to each sac and turned on the vibration in one move.
With a roar, Drew jerked to a sitting position, almost toppling her from the bed.
In hindsight, maybe not such a great idea.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” Her giggle took a little away from the sincerity of her apology. “Here, let me take them off.”
He slapped her hands away. “No! Let me.”
After making several faces, he managed to disengage the vibrating clamps and dropped them to the mattress. They lay, making an innocuous buzzing sound against the sheet.
His erection was noticeably…less erect.
Oops. She prayed she hadn’t done any damage. Unless she relied on Mel, Drew was her only sexual release for the next three nights and four days.
His heated gaze met hers. She stole a peek. Yes! A comeback was in the works.
“You know, there are other uses for those things.” He fondled a nipple and then placed a gentle kiss on the tip of each one. “More pleasurable uses.” He licked her now erect nipples and then reached for the vibrators of death.
“Drew, I don’t think—” She scooted toward the opposite end of the big bed.
“Shhh! I won’t hurt you.” His hand closed around her ankle, dragging her back to him.
The movement caused her legs to spread, and the way he eyed her crotch made her both uneasy and turned on at the same time.
Maybe alcohol turned her into a nympho.
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