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“And?” he prodded.

“She sells toys and other stuff online. She gave me a monthly subscription for my birthday last year.”

“And? I’m still not sure how it relates to your nightstand.”

“She sellssextoys. Her monthly subscription is called the Cherry Box.”

Connor stopped stroking my hair and curled me into him. “One of your best friends owns an online kink shop, and she’s been sending you a monthly subscription since last March?” His voice was low and scratchy.

“You remembered my birthday. That’s nice,” I teased.

“Answer the question, Bella.” He nipped my chin.

“Yes.”

“Who’s been using the boxes with you?”

My shoulders slumped. “No one. Not one single person. I haven’t even opened the last four boxes. It’s too depressing, and I don’t know what some of the stuff even is. I need to look it up.”

He groaned into my hair. “Ho-ly fuck. I must be sleeping right now, and this is all one big wet dream.”

“I’ll pinch you to see if you’re really awake,” I told him helpfully.

He grabbed my free hand before I follow through. “So your nightstand has a few items you can use on yourself?”

My face flamed. “Yes.”

He leaned down and licked my lips. “And you have four boxes you haven’t even opened.”

“Our bet was only about what I had in my nightstand–”

He shook his head. “Uh-uh. You and I are going on a little field trip soon, and we’re going to open those four Cherry Boxes. Then I’m going to make sure you know what everything is and how it all works.”

I sat up. “No way. There are crops, and paddles, and a spreader–”

Before I could finish, he sat up and tossed me in the middle of his bed, then rolled me onto my stomach and pulled my hips up to meet his hard cock.

“Thisisa dream. And I’ve died and fucking gone to heaven.” Leaning over me, he stroked down my back and cupped my wet pussy. “Are you ready for me? I need you again.”

I laughed and wiggled my ass, then gasped as he slammed his hard cock back inside me.

Chapter 20

On Saturday morning, I took Connor and Elodie to the skate park and tried to teach Elodie how to skateboard a little.

“Bend your knees just a little, and try to stay on.” She wore one of my spare helmets, but it was too big for her.

“Like this?” she asked, practically squatting in half on the skateboard.

“Pretty close. Let me show you.” I got on and balanced, then bent my knees a little. She backed away and watched me. I tic-tacked to face her, then stepped off the board.

She tried it a few more times, and when she balanced for a few seconds alone, she let out a little squeal. “I did it!” She got so excited, the board started sliding out from underneath her, and I quickly pulled her off and toed the board to a stop.

“You did! Nice work.”

Connor watched us. “Can you do what they’re doing?” He pointed to a couple of older boys riding around in the beginner bowl.

“Yeah.”

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