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“I’m fucking buying one of these. Two; I need to have a backup.” Silver turned it to the highest setting while Honor smirked at her. “Oh, my fucking God!” Silver’s hips thrashed against Honor’s body, and Honor almost came at the sight.
“Yes, baby. Yes, that’s so good,” Honor told her.
“Fuck!” Silver’s head went back.
Honor held a breast in her hand, massaging it, trying to give Silver more pleasure to hold on to. Then, before she knew what was happening, Silver had turned the toy around, and it was on Honor’s clit.
“Jesus!”
Direct pressure, after having been so close all night, was too much. She couldn’t take it. But Silver held the toy in place and moved Honor’s hand when she tried to move the toy away.
“Say no if you want it gone.”
“I don’t. I don’t. Fuck!”
When Honor came, it was with a guttural scream that she didn’t know she had in her, and with Silver’s fingers inside her and the toy on her clit. She knew she squirted all over Silver’s hand, but she couldn’t stop her hips from thrashing, just as Silver’s had done only moments ago, had someone told her that her life depended on it. When she opened her eyes again, they were blurry with tears, and Silver was wrapped around her.
“Are you okay?” Silver asked softly.
Honor sniffled and said, “I’ve never…”
“Was it worth it?”
“Yes,” she replied.
“Are you ready for a bath now?” Silver asked. “I’d like to make all that frustration up to you by cleaning your skin and giving you a massage before we go to sleep.”
“You don’t have to give me a massage, but a bath sounds nice,” Honor replied.
“Maybe a massage in the tub? Your shoulders could probably use a little tension release.”
“I think all the tension is gone from my entire body.”
“Yeah?”
“That’s never happened before.”
“Well, I’m honored, Honor.”
Honor laughed and said, “You might just be the perfect woman for me, too, Silver Kincade.”
CHAPTER 26
Silver walked through the door and looked around the small office space.
“Can I help you?” a man asked when he noticed her.
“Yeah, I’m looking for Honor Wrenley.”
“Do you have an appointment?” he asked, shifting the small bin of what looked like computer cables he was holding.
“I don’t. But is she here?”
“Can I tell her who’s asking?”
“Silver,” she replied.
“Silver?” he asked.