I barely slept a wink that night. Every time I tried to close my eyes, the image of Alex standing in my doorway flooded back, his tall frame frozen there, his eyes glued to my naked body, and the way his pants bulged out so obviously from watching me. I'd pulled the covers over myself after he left, but my skin still tingled, and my p***y still throbbed with the memory of those toys inside me and his stare making it all ten times hotter.
I tossed and turned, wondering what the hell was going to happen next. Would he act like nothing happened? Would he avoid me completely? Or worse, would he look at me with that disappointed dad glare, like I'd crossed some invisible line?
Morning came too soon. The sun snuck through my blinds, warming my room, but I didn't want to get out of bed. My sto
