So This Is War (Vancouver Agitators, #5)

by Meghan Quinn

I snatch it from her hand and accidentally press the on button in the process, causing the vibrator to start in my hand, which inevitably leads me to drop it on the floor. We both look down as it jingle-jangles across the hardwood and right up against my foot, almost nudging me in a suggestive way to use it. “Quite the vibration,” she says as the vibrator’s buzzing fills the silence. “Feels strong yet not too powerful where it could cause your innards to turn inward.” I look up at her. “Is that a thing?” She shrugs. “Feels like it could be. Is that supposed to hit the G-spot?” I glance down at the flat side that is, in fact, supposed to massage the G-spot. It’s currently massaging the tip of my toe. “Yes,” I answer. “Fascinating. And that piece on the end there, is that for the clit?” “The one that is currently sucking my pinky toe?” I ask. “Yes, that one.” “Yeah,” I answer. “That’s for the clit.” “And how does it feel against your toe?” She taps her chin, studying me for my reaction. “Humiliating,”