I locked the metal cage on. “Who said anything about it being an accident?”

There was plenty of room in there…as long as he didn’t get hard. The real key was attached to a hairband that I’d slid onto my wrist.

“Holy shit!” he said. “You weren’t joking. This thing is hardcore. Okay, point proven, you can take it off now.”

I pouted. “But you haven’t even seen how she works yet. Your safe word is ‘Dazzlepants’ if you need it.” It was a reference to his mortifying first major onscreen role. We’d watched it together and the memory of the costume alone was enough to almost have me losing my composure. It would backfire if it gave me the giggles. He narrowed his eyes and I almost lost it.

I dug through my bag again to retrieve a clitoral stimulator, then climbed back on the bed with him.

“What are you doing?” He reached for me.

“Hands to yourself, Mr. Chase. Apparently, we’re taking care of ourselves this morning. You got to do your thing in the shower, so it only seems fair I get to catch up.”

“I could do that for you,” he said.

“I’m sure you could. And I might let you later, but sometimes it’s nice to do it yourself, don’t you think?”

I laid down facing the opposite direction from him so that when I spread my legs, he had a clear view of everything I was doing. His predatory eyes devoured my every move.

“Shit, shit!” he yelled, trying to figure out how to get Judge Judy off himself.

“Don’t you have something you can picture to keep that bad boy down? Surely, you’ve learned to keep him under control on set?” My voice was husky and my body felt languid and charged at the same time.

“Of course. I just can’t seem to remember what it is at the moment…”

“You don’t…have to look…” I was getting close enough that I sounded breathless.

He groaned. “I’d rather be in pain than look away.”

Though I’d planned to drag it out a little longer, that sentiment was enough to push me over the edge. I didn’t try to be quiet, moaning unashamedly through a beautiful climax.

When I opened my eyes, he was still watching me with an intensity that promised retribution. Whatever. He should be honored he even got to watch.

He grumbled, “Are you going to take it off now?”

“After I shower.”

“You’re taking that in the shower with you?” he asked, nodding to the toy in my hand.

“Well, yeah. I’m not finished with it.”

I fled giggling all the way to his bathroom suite, turning one of the showerheads on as he caught up with me. He was holding the heavy cage of Judge Judy in one hand and leaning against the wall with the other.

“Do I get to watch.” It wasn’t really a question.

“Or you could join me…” I said.

“I thought shared showers were the worst?”