Playing with Fire (33 page)

What if these were Ben’s fingers? What if he were in the shower here with me? What would he look like naked?

As soon as the thought intruded, she made a deliberate effort to banish it from her mind. The mind she was obviously losing. She should just stop this, finish her shower, and get dressed. But there was no way she could go out with Ben while still riding the edge of arousal. No, she needed to take care of this first so she could be her usual composed, together self. Gritting her teeth, she accelerated the rhythm of her fingers, dropping the other hand to play with her clit at the same time. Her climax uncoiled from deep in her womb until finally—finally!—her cunt clamped down on her fingers and her body shook with her release.

She withdrew her hand, slightly breathless and weak in the knees, and dropped her foot from the bench. Leaning against the wall, she waited for her pulse to slow, aware that she really hadn’t taken the edge off at all. In fact, if she were truthful, she was more aroused than before. How was that possible?

She needed to get her act together, or she’d be a hot mess when Ben showed up. Finishing her shower quickly, she turned off the water, stepped out, and wrapped herself in a large bath towel. A glance at the tiny clock told her she had an hour before Ben arrived to fetch her. More than enough time to lock away all those unwanted impulses and ideas and put on her public face.

Letting out a slow breath, she set about her task.