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Austin shook her head. “It’s fine. I have to run into all the women you’ve played with at Solitaire and I’ve been doing OK with that. She seemed nice. I’m good, I promise.”

Patrick eyed her carefully, checking for signs that she was suppressing discomfort. When he saw none, he picked up her hand and tugged her to the back corner of the boutique.

Austin let her free hand trail the rich woods of the paddle collection that hung along the wall. Patrick watched as she explored, but he’d already been drawn to a gorgeous paddle that resembled the back of a hairbrush. Lifting it, he flicked his wrist, testing the weight of it.

“You look really hot with that in your hand,” she said, her attention now trained on him.

He gave her a wicked look. “Just think how hot your ass is going to be when I’m done using it.”

“I hope you plan on fucking me when you’re done. Otherwise I’m going to explode.”

Patrick chuckled. “Since I prefer you all in one piece and I enjoy fucking you, I’m certain you’re in luck.”

Austin moved to a different section of the store and Patrick followed her. When they reached a collection of vibrators, she picked one up and said, “What did Rachel mean when she said she knew how much you liked vibrators? If you like them, why can’t I use one?”

Patrick tucked a hand beneath her chin. “I’ve told you you’re different, baby girl. I want all your pleasure. I prefer making you come myself.”

“Or not letting me come at all,” she muttered as she set the toy back on the shelf.

Patrick just grinned and tugged her arm to another corner of the store where some very scary looking anal toys sat.

“Nope. Nope. Nope,” Austin said, pulling away. Patrick laughed.

“I’m not bringing you over here for those, though maybe after seeing them you might decide having my cock in your ass isn’t such a terrible idea.”

Austin eyed him skeptically. “So, what did you bring me over here for?”

“To show you the one kind of vibrator I would let you use.”

He reached down and pulled a butt plug off the rack.

“That thing vibrates?” she asked, turning the package over in her hand.

Patrick nodded. “I’m told it feels nice.”

Austin shook her head. “I don’t know.”

He laughed. “You’ve had bigger plugs in your ass for me. What about this one makes you uncertain?”

Austin shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess nothing.”

Patrick leaned down to kiss her, enjoying the fact that they didn’t have to worry about the press in here.

At the register, Rachel rang them up and Patrick slid her his credit card. She tucked the toys into a black shopping bag with no logo.

“Have fun, you two,” she said with a little wave as the headed for the exit.

Patrick’s hand rested on the door handle, ready to push it open. “Stop,” Rachel cried. “I’m looking at the parking lot security camera and we’ve got at least half a dozen reporters out there. Did they follow you from somewhere? I’ve read the news stories about you, Patrick. I can only assume they’re here for you.”

“Fuck,” Patrick swore. So much for avoiding the media in here.

Always a quick thinker, Rachel said, “I’ll get a car around back for both of you. Just leave your driver where he is for a bit. Once you’re in the new car, you can have him leave.”

Patrick gave her a thumbs up and sent a text to the limo driver. He could hear Rachel already on the phone as he typed.

“They must have followed us from the courthouse,” Austin said, annoyance in her tone.

Patrick nodded. "I’m sorry, baby girl.”

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