Latte Darling (Darling, #2)

by S.J. Tilly

And maybe I don’t know how much I’m willing to give. But I know I’m going to lose my damn mind if I don’t get her taste on my lips and her wetness on my dick.

This little guy was supposed to be waterproof, but apparently leaving it on the shower shelf for a few weeks did something to short circuit the insides. Flipping the vibrating item around in my hands, I look for another way to turn it off. Except there isn’t one. I thought it was great that the new generation of vibrators didn’t need batteries, just a tiny little port for charging. Except now I see the flaw. If your fancy, high-tech vibrator jumpstarts itself into sentiency there’s no way to kill it. “What am I supposed to do now?” I don’t know if I’m talking to myself, or to Little Vibey, but I seriously have no idea how to turn it off. I mean, I suppose I could smash it. But with what? Briefly, I consider shoving it under the wheel of Axel’s car and driving over it, but there’s no way in hell I’m opening the garage door to do that. Plus, what if it splintered his tire? How would I possibly explain that?