he
challenged.
She hadn't seen this coming, but
she shouldn't be all that surprised. He was a man, after all.
"Don't worry, honey. Nothing
heavy duty like whips and chains," he whispered into her ear. "Just a
toy or two, okay?"
His arms around her, his heated
breath against her skin always made her feel safe. He wouldn't hurt her.
Physically, that is. No. They'd become so close this weekend. Crossed over a
bridge. He'd said he loved her. Could it be real? Smiling up at him because it
wasn't like she could help it—he looked so adorable and devilish and
irresistible—she asked, "So what do you have in mind, big guy?"
Holding her tightly and pressing
his aroused cock against her belly, he responded, "How about two things
apiece? Two things we'd like to do to each other."
"Do we get a veto?"
"I don't think you'll need
one," he replied with confidence.
"What about you? What if I
pick out something too weird for you?"
Dark, hot lights danced in his
eyes, a look of uncertainty mixed with curiosity, maybe. He held her serious
gaze and licked his lips. "Okay, one veto."
Her eyebrows shot up. Hmm. Images
shot through her mind, of him tied to the bed and of her inserting a butt plug
in his ass. Not that she'd had any experience with one, but she had read a few
novels.
As if he read her mind, he said,
"Right now I'm vetoing what you're thinking about."
His husky murmur made her laugh.
"You don't know what I'm thinking."
"Oh, I can read that
calculating look on your face. You're thinking of something uncomfortable and
embarrassing for me, aren't you?"
"Have you ever? How do you
know it would be uncomfortable?"
"I'm a guy. A straight
guy."
Chapter Fifteen
"Yeah." Her eyelids
drifted to half-mast. "I'm aware of that." She rested her lips on his
and sipped gently.
He took control of the kiss, his
lips sensuously massaging hers.
"Take it inside the store!"
An elderly woman toddled by them muttering loudly enough for them to hear.
Sharon broke the kiss and chuckled
quietly. "I think there's our cue."
Pete opened the door for her.
"One veto."
She burst out laughing. "Now
who's the nervous one?"
Wow. The Pleasure Trove was
huge, bright, and clean. Not at all what she expected. All very upscale. It
didn't look like dirty old men in trench coats hung out there. Up front was
clothing, if you could call undies with cut out crotches and nipples clothing.
Bustiers in leather, satin, black, red, and even some other colors, like those
she'd find in Victoria's Secret. Feather boas. Then there was the more
hard-core stuff. Dominatrix whips, hoods, and high-heeled boots.
Shelves held scented oils and
candles, boxes of games. Pete had already moved on further back, to the long
counters. She wandered in that direction. Holy Toledo! Display cases
filled with dildos and vibrators of every conceivable kind and lots she'd never ever imagined. Her eyes widened. All arranged on shelves along the walls
too.
A store clerk was dealing with
another customer. Several vibrators were lined up on the counter as they
discussed their merits and compared them as if they were talking about…gloves
or…umbrellas. She had always bought mail order vibrators, because she couldn't
imagine buying one in person. Apparently, not everyone had that problem.
Where's Pete? She rolled her
eyes when she spotted him in the back of the store, in front of the magazine
display. Wouldn't you know it? Yeah, he's a guy.
Looking hunky and gorgeous, he
leafed through magazines, putting one back before he moved on to another. She
kept an eye on him as she rounded the counter to the other side. She almost
lost her breath. Big, long, colorful glass dildos. Biting her lip at the
thought of one of those big boys sliding inside her, she wondered about a
smooth surface compared to ridges and beads. She supposed it depended on the
fantasy...or on the man wielding the toy.
She made her purchases and returned
to the clothing racks to browse while watching Pete purchase his
challenged.
She hadn't seen this coming, but
she shouldn't be all that surprised. He was a man, after all.
"Don't worry, honey. Nothing
heavy duty like whips and chains," he whispered into her ear. "Just a
toy or two, okay?"
His arms around her, his heated
breath against her skin always made her feel safe. He wouldn't hurt her.
Physically, that is. No. They'd become so close this weekend. Crossed over a
bridge. He'd said he loved her. Could it be real? Smiling up at him because it
wasn't like she could help it—he looked so adorable and devilish and
irresistible—she asked, "So what do you have in mind, big guy?"
Holding her tightly and pressing
his aroused cock against her belly, he responded, "How about two things
apiece? Two things we'd like to do to each other."
"Do we get a veto?"
"I don't think you'll need
one," he replied with confidence.
"What about you? What if I
pick out something too weird for you?"
Dark, hot lights danced in his
eyes, a look of uncertainty mixed with curiosity, maybe. He held her serious
gaze and licked his lips. "Okay, one veto."
Her eyebrows shot up. Hmm. Images
shot through her mind, of him tied to the bed and of her inserting a butt plug
in his ass. Not that she'd had any experience with one, but she had read a few
novels.
As if he read her mind, he said,
"Right now I'm vetoing what you're thinking about."
His husky murmur made her laugh.
"You don't know what I'm thinking."
"Oh, I can read that
calculating look on your face. You're thinking of something uncomfortable and
embarrassing for me, aren't you?"
"Have you ever? How do you
know it would be uncomfortable?"
"I'm a guy. A straight
guy."
Chapter Fifteen
"Yeah." Her eyelids
drifted to half-mast. "I'm aware of that." She rested her lips on his
and sipped gently.
He took control of the kiss, his
lips sensuously massaging hers.
"Take it inside the store!"
An elderly woman toddled by them muttering loudly enough for them to hear.
Sharon broke the kiss and chuckled
quietly. "I think there's our cue."
Pete opened the door for her.
"One veto."
She burst out laughing. "Now
who's the nervous one?"
Wow. The Pleasure Trove was
huge, bright, and clean. Not at all what she expected. All very upscale. It
didn't look like dirty old men in trench coats hung out there. Up front was
clothing, if you could call undies with cut out crotches and nipples clothing.
Bustiers in leather, satin, black, red, and even some other colors, like those
she'd find in Victoria's Secret. Feather boas. Then there was the more
hard-core stuff. Dominatrix whips, hoods, and high-heeled boots.
Shelves held scented oils and
candles, boxes of games. Pete had already moved on further back, to the long
counters. She wandered in that direction. Holy Toledo! Display cases
filled with dildos and vibrators of every conceivable kind and lots she'd never ever imagined. Her eyes widened. All arranged on shelves along the walls
too.
A store clerk was dealing with
another customer. Several vibrators were lined up on the counter as they
discussed their merits and compared them as if they were talking about…gloves
or…umbrellas. She had always bought mail order vibrators, because she couldn't
imagine buying one in person. Apparently, not everyone had that problem.
Where's Pete? She rolled her
eyes when she spotted him in the back of the store, in front of the magazine
display. Wouldn't you know it? Yeah, he's a guy.
Looking hunky and gorgeous, he
leafed through magazines, putting one back before he moved on to another. She
kept an eye on him as she rounded the counter to the other side. She almost
lost her breath. Big, long, colorful glass dildos. Biting her lip at the
thought of one of those big boys sliding inside her, she wondered about a
smooth surface compared to ridges and beads. She supposed it depended on the
fantasy...or on the man wielding the toy.
She made her purchases and returned
to the clothing racks to browse while watching Pete purchase his
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