“Shit,” she murmured, reaching out to grab the cart to steady herself as the throbbing continued, the pattern changing like a wave until Cosima had to take deep, intentional breaths to keep herself from moaning out loud. Each time she thought she could anticipate the pattern, Tristan did something to throw her off, but it felt so good…so damn good…that Cosima couldn’t even be self-conscious about the fact she was just standing frozen in the middle of an aisle instead of grabbing items off shelves the way everyone else in the store seemed to be doing. He settled into a steady rhythm, which allowed Cosima to eventually throw some baubles into her cart. She turned her attention from the cart and spotted Tristan standing a little further down the aisle, staring at her while he traced a pattern on his phone’s screen with his thumb. She shivered as the exact pattern vibrated against her clit. Cosima expected to see glee on his face at the way he was obviously affecting her, but that was not what she saw there. There was a hunger in his eyes and in his stance that had her clenching her thighs together for another reason entirely. Cosima knew in that moment that it didn’t matter how good it felt playing this game with Tristan while people milled around them, too concerned about last-minute shopping to pay any attention to her standing there wet as fuck, legs weak and on the verge of an orgasm that she was certain would take her out. Being with Tristan, really being with him, was going to be so much better. Just trying to imagine how Tristan would be in bed bumped her a bit closer to the orgasm she edged toward, and she nearly buckled when he increased the vibrations while he slowly walked to her. His hands came to her waist, steadying her as he leaned down so that his lips brushed against the shell of her ear when he said, “Let’s finish up the shopping, Cosima. I need to get you back home so I can use this the way I really want to.”

10. Tristan

Chapter 10

Tristan

Cosima laid out all the Christmas tree décor they’d managed to pull together from the three stores they went to before eventually making it back to her apartment. He’d given controlling the toy a rest as they finished their shopping because he hadn’t been exaggerating when he pleaded with her to hurry up so they could leave.