She gets up, strides toward me, and tries to body check me aside. Needless to say, with probably fifty pounds of muscle on her, I don’t move.

She stands behind me and sticks her arms under mine, grabbing a dish and soaping it.

“Seriously, Rachel?”

But the feel of her breasts on my back is so distracting that my protest is limp. Okay, wrong word choice. My protest is solidly upright and begging for more. I shut off the water and turn in her arms, kissing her.

It goes from zero to sixty in about three seconds. Rachel’s mouth does that to me. Apparently, mine does it to her, too, because it doesn’t take long before she’s panting, clutching, riding my thigh. I lift her up, planning to carry her to my bedroom, but she stops me. “Wait. Let me get dessert first.”

“What?”

She pulls away—not my plan—and retrieves the Rush to Read Books bag from where she left it on the counter. She opens it and removes the contents.

One small bullet vibe, one fleshlight, and a bottle of warming gel. Strawberry flavored.

“Oh, wow,” I say, going from hard to harder. It’s hot enough, thinking about using that vibe on her, but… “Have you been thinking about this all night?”

“Mmm-hmm,” she says happily. “Where’s your bedroom?”

“I’m not sure where you got your good girl reputation, but it’s totally shot.” I grab her hand, leading her. “Kaput. Wait. Give me a second.” I make her stand in the hall while I neaten things up. Luckily it’s not a total pigsty in there. My sheets are clean, there’s only a few days worth of laundry tossed on the floor, and my own bottle of lube, which has been getting more than its fair share of use since Rachel came to town, is in the drawer with the box of condoms I bought yesterday.

“Okay, come in.”

She does, and sets the bag on the bed.

I kiss her, stopping only long enough to strip off her shirt. I resume, managing to unbutton, unzip, and slide her pants down without interrupting the tangle of our tongues or our co-mingled groans of pleasure. Then my hand is between her legs. Her panties are damp. I reach for the Rush to Read bag, find the bullet vibe, and use my thumb to press the soft power button.

Then I hand it to her. “I want to watch.”

She blushes and shakes her head. “I want you to use it on me.”

“I promise. Later. Right now? I want to watch you use it.”

She hesitates, then drops to the bed and brings the vibe close to the plumpest part of her mound.

With her free hand, she pushes the bag towards me. “If you get to watch me, I get to watch you.”