She pressed her palms to her cheeks. “I don’t blush.”

He leaned in, still holding the vibrator out of reach. “The hell you don’t. Look—your cheeks are all pink.”

She lunged and tried again to grab it from him, torn between amusement and irritation. “Give that to me!”

“You want it, bella?” He grinned, took a step back. “You’re going to have to let me use it on you.”

She gaped at him, heat suffusing her face—and other parts of her body. “Fine. On one condition.”

“Sure.” He grinned, so sure of himself, so smug. “What’s that?”

“I get to use it on you, too.” The look of shock on his face made her laugh. “What’s the matter? Is the big, bad special operator afraid of a little sex toy?”

His eyes narrowed. “You got a deal.”

She hadn’t expected that.

Next time he was here, she would hide the damned thing.

He grinned again. “You didn’t think I’d call your bluff, did you? Now get on into the bedroom—and get naked.”

She walked to her bedroom, anticipation beginning to build despite her embarrassment, Javier one step behind her. She’d never imagined doing something like this, but then Javier had always managed to surprise her. She undressed, dropping her clothes on the floor. “Not sure why I bothered to put clothes on at all today.”

“You complaining?”

“Absolutely not.” She looked over her shoulder at him, then crawled onto the bed, teasing him with a view of her from behind. “Maybe I should just stay naked.”

“I like that idea.” He nodded, his gaze fixed right where she knew it would be.

She sat facing him and reached for the vibrator. “I’ll show you how to use it.”

“No, I got this.” Javier turned both switches on, activating both the vibration and the rotating steel balls. He ran a finger down the translucent blue shaft. “The dick part with the rotating balls goes inside you, while the part that looks like a bunny with long ears vibrates against your clit.”

Okay, so he had figured it out.

“Don’t look surprised. I know how to operate some very tricky weapons systems. I can even fly a helo if I have to. This”—he held it up—“is easy.”

Laura lay back on her pillows, expecting him to put the vibrator to work between her legs, but he didn’t. Instead, he brought it up to her neck, running the little buzzing rabbit ears along the tender skin there. It certainly wasn’t what she was used to doing with it, but it felt good. She turned her head to give him better access, the delicate sensation raising bumps on her skin.

He traced a line down her neck, across her clavicle, and down to her breastbone, amused curiosity mingling with desire on his face. He was having fun with this.

Laura felt her nipples tighten and wondered what the vibrations would feel like there. She didn’t have to wait long to find out. He made circles around one breast and then the other, tickling the sensitive undersides before touching it to her aching nipples.

She gasped, her eyes drifting shut as frissons of arousal skittered through her. The jelly texture tugged at her skin more than his tongue did, the heightened friction and the vibrations creating an intense new sensation. She felt herself grow wet, sexual need flaring to life inside her.

But he was just getting started.

He bent down and began to use the vibrator in tandem with his tongue, suckling her nipples, then rubbing the vibrating shaft over the wetness he’d left behind.

Laura arched her back and reached her arms above her head to give him unimpeded access to her breasts, the vibrations seeming to settle deep in her belly. He switched from one breast to the other until she thought she might go out of her mind. By the time he finally nudged her thighs apart, she was on the brink.

He touched the shaft of the vibrator to her clit.

“Oh!” Her hips jerked, the sensation almost too much.

He eased off, stroked her lightly, the vibrations like a thousand flicks of a feather, his lips scattering kisses across her sensitive inner thighs. “Like this?”

“Yes.” She was certain nothing could possibly feel better.

He proved her wrong, penetrating her with his fingers, taking her with slick thrusts, heightening her pleasure even further.

She cried out, dug her nails into the comforter, fought to hang on.

“Mmm.” He kissed her inner thigh again. “You are so wet.”

Oh, how she wanted him inside her!

Not the vibrator—Javier.

But some part of her held back. “Please, Javi. Now.”

He chuckled, withdrew his fingers, nudged the vibrator inside her inch by slow, unbearable inch—and turned it on high.

* * *

JAVIER WATCHED, SO turned on by Laura’s erotic responses that he thought his balls might burst. He slid the shaft in to the hilt, felt the friction of her inner muscles, then slowly withdrew it, those same muscles gripping it tight. He thrust it inside her again, imagining that the vibrator was his cock as he slowly built a rhythm, his gaze fixed on the most private part of her body as he gave her what she craved.

God, how he wished he were inside her now. He was a hell of a lot harder than this made-in-China plastic dick—that much was a fact. But he wouldn’t push her.

It was enough to know that he was pleasing her. And he was pleasing her. She was lost now, her legs wide apart, her eyes squeezed shut, an expression of sensual abandon on her face.

But he wasn’t done—not by a long shot.

On the next thrust, he slid the toy into its intended position, the little bunny ears resting on either side of her swollen clit. Her hips jerked off the bed, a stream of breathy “ohgods” spilling from her lips, her hands clenched into fists.

Oh, yeah, his balls were going to blow.

She was slippery wet now, the musky scent of her arousal driving him loco. He needed another taste. He lowered his head and began to flick the tip of her clit with his tongue, keeping up the in-and-out rhythm of the shaft.

She was close to orgasm now, all whimpers and moans, her head tossing from side to side, her muscles drawing tighter around the vibrator. Then her breath caught, bliss on her sweet face as she came, her inner muscles clenching so hard around the vibrator’s shaft that it jerked in his hand.

¡Coño! Hell!

Lucky damned toy.

He kept up the rhythm until her climax had passed, then turned the gadget off and set it aside, teasing her with light strokes of his tongue, savoring the moment, giving her time to recover. “That was eight.”

Eyes closed, she lay still, lost in the aftermath of what had clearly been an intense orgasm. Slowly she stirred to life. Her eyes opened, and she smiled at him, speaking in a soft, sexy voice. “Your turn.”

“I’m not sure how you think this is going to work. This is a toy for las chicas. It looks like a dick, for God’s sake.”

But he’d been raised to keep his word. He duly shucked his clothes, then climbed onto the bed, ready for the silliest sexual experience of his life.

She picked up the vibrator, its jelly shaft still slick with her juices and drenched with her scent. “Lie on your back.”

“¡Oye!” He did as she asked, his cock standing at attention, clearly eager for whatever she had in mind.

Rather than teasing him as he’d done to her, she went straight for the sweet spot, rubbing the wet shaft against the sensitive underside of his erection.

Javier gasped, his hips jerking reflexively at the strange and intense feeling.

She smiled and continued to caress him root to tip, letting the rotating steel balls rub against the ultrasensitive underside of the head.

It was unlike anything Javier had felt before, enough to keep him hard and make him horny as hell, but probably not enough to get him off. Still, she didn’t relent, running the buzzing toy up and down his cock. Then she wrapped both hands around his cock and the vibrator, holding them together, shaft to shaft, using pressure to enhance the sensation. And in the blink of an eye, Javier was on the edge.

Still naked, she bent over him and began to circle her tongue around the engorged head of his cock, still holding the vibrator and his erection tightly together.

“Jesus.” Javier thought he would go out of his mind, one sensation spilling into the next, making him jerk and buck, until climax hit him, pleasure making him groan, hot semen blasting onto his belly.

It was a while before he could speak again.

Laura sat beside him running her fingertips over his chest, a smile on her face. “A toy for las chicas?”

* * *

IT WAS A little after midnight when Laura’s cell phone rang. She’d just fallen asleep but the sound brought her immediately awake. She recognized the ring.

It was Erik.

She hurried into the living room, hoping not to wake Javier. “This is Laura.”

“They’ve agreed to a welfare check,” Erik said. “I thought you wouldn’t mind me waking you up to tell you good news.”

Laura was so stunned she had to sit. “That’s wonderful!”

She felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up at Javier, smiling, only to realize he couldn’t understand a word she was saying because she was speaking Swedish.

“A consular official and the embassy doctor will visit the family tomorrow to examine Klara, bring her up to date on her vaccinations and address any health problems she may have. They also hope to collect a DNA sample from her—and to take photographs.”

Photographs?

“Would . . . Would I be able to see the photos?”