Page 57 of Damon

“What for?” she asks.

“Supplies.”

“What kind of supplies? I went to the supermarket yesterday.”

“Intimate supplies. The kind I plan to use with you tonight.” She doesn’t say anything, but her cheeks develop a reddened glow instead of the soft pink of before. She glances out of the window and twists her fingers in her lap.

The parking area is quiet; only a few cars sit outside the small store. She went silent when I mentioned my plans, and we drove the final five minutes here not speaking. Uncertainty bubbles in my chest as I wonder if I’ve assumed too much. When I stop the car in the space closest to the door, she turns to me and smiles.

“I’ll wait here,” she says.

“Like hell you will, you’re coming in with me.”

“Why?”

“Well for one thing, someone tried to kidnap you today. Have you forgotten that small incident?” She rolls her eyes dramatically. “Don’t be a pain in the ass. Second, I want you to tell me what you like.”

“What I like?” she repeats back.

“Yes, you know—which condoms, lube maybe? I want you to enjoy what’s going to happen as much as I do, if not more.”

“Oh…” She trails off, shy.

I climb out of the car and walk around to her door, opening it and offering her my hand. She takes it then rises to stand beside me. “I want this, Emma,” I say honestly. “Tell me you do as well. If not, we can forget this happened and return to pretending what’s between us doesn’t exist.”

“It exists,” she whispers. “I know it does.”

“Well come on then, show me what you want. Don’t be shy,” I say, dropping my lips to her ear. “The way you bust my balls is a fucking turn-on, and I can’t wait to stuff them between those lips to shut you up.” She giggles. “Have you been driving me insane deliberately? Or are you naturally a cock-teasing little brat?”

“One hundred percent natural,” she replies sexily.

“I’ve had enough of the teasing, fuck the preview. I want the full, extended performance tonight.” I place my hand on the small of her back and apply light pressure. She steps forward on my command, and I walk beside her. “Let’s go inside and pick out some lube.”

The condoms are located where they always seem to be: between the feminine hygiene products and men’s razors. We come to a stop and look at the array of items on display. “Do you have a vibrator?” I ask her, and her eyes fly around the aisle.

“Damon,” she hisses.

“What? It’s a perfectly sane question.”

“Yes, I do.”

“What kind is it?” Her eyes widen further.

“Does it matter? It vibrates. Can we get back to this?” She waves her hand at the lubricants. I lean forward and pick one off the shelf, turning it over and reading the back information. After putting it back I pick up the next one, then pull my phone from my pocket. “What are you doing?”

“Research,” I tell her. “Looking for reviews on these. Any preference—flavored? Warming? Tingling?” She’s now turned the color of a plum tomato.

“Tingling, take the tingling one,” she stutters.

“You sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.” I laugh out loud, and she scowls at me. “Can we go now?”

“I need some condoms,” I say, picking up the tingling lube then turning my attention to the boxes of protection. “This one,” I say to myself as I read the packet. “It’s been a long time since I wore one of these.”

Emma has moved away from me, clearly affronted by the open nature of our discussion. As I look at her, it strikes me how young she looks today in comparison to when she is self-assured and ordering me around. I take her hand while holding our purchases in the other and head for the register.

“Do you need a bag?” the attendant asks as she scans the items.

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