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“You can claim me in any way you want,” I tease, so much meaning to my statement.

Keeping his lips against mine, Sawyer reaches behind him and releases his driver’s door, ready to get out and head inside the store. “You can’t say things like that to me when I’m about to drop a ton of money so I can have you in every way I want.”

I palm his dick, and he groans, the guttural noise dampening my panties.

“Baby, you should know by now that I say and do exactly what I want. And I think our first purchase should be our own pair of handcuffs.”

CHAPTERTHIRTY-ONE

COLLINS

“You realize the chances of someone recognizing you in the store are high, right?” I say to Sawyer just as he’s about to pull the door open.

He releases the handle, adjusting my black scarf when he steps closer. “I really don’t care. And anyway”—he smiles down at me—“I don’t think being recognized is going to be an issue since I called a few days ago and explained we were coming. The owner understood the need for a little discretion, and he’s the only one inside. He’s closed the store for the next hour.”

I don’t know whether to laugh, smile, or let my jaw hang open. “An hour? How long do you think it takes to buy a couple of toys?”

Sawyer crowds me further, lips tipping up mischievously. “This isn’t only about buying what makes you feel good. This is about me learning what you want, what makes you tick in bed too. I want to spend the next hour discovering all your fantasies and making sure we get a chance to explore them—ASAP.”

I go to speak, but he silences me with a kiss before spinning back around and leading me through the entrance.

“Mr. Bryce.” The store owner rounds the counter and heads straight for Sawyer, his arm outstretched. “First, I just want to say I’m a huge Blades fan—have been for years.”

Sawyer shakes his hand, almost like they’re meeting for a business lunch to discuss the stock market. “Thanks so much.” He leans down, planting a kiss on top of my hair. “This is Collins, my girlfriend.”

Hold in the squeals, Collins. You’re the casual one in this relationship, remember?

“Thanks for offering us the store for an hour. As I’m sure you can appreciate, privacy is really important to us.”

The owner—who must be over forty but clearly works out and takes good care of himself—smiles. “It’s my pleasure. Now, are you looking for some advice, or would you like to browse alone?”

Sawyer’s eyes drop to me. “I’ll go with whatever you want to do, Baby Girl.”

My attention rests on a display of toys lining the back wall. “Thanks, but I think I have it covered,” I reply, already on my way over to the back.

Sawyer follows behind me as he laughs quietly, unsurprised by my confidence.

When we pull up in front of the spanking paddles, his eyes flare wide.

“Have you ever used one before?” I ask.

He selects the brown leather paddle hanging directly in front of us, twisting it around in his hand. “Would you be shocked if I said yes?”

I have no doubt my face tells him I am one hundred percent shocked.

He dips his head to be level with mine, his pupils already blown from lustful thoughts. “Just because your first time with me wasn’t as adventurous as you’d have liked doesn’t mean I don’t have the experience to satisfy you.”

I pulsate, so turned on already despite only shopping for less than five minutes. “What are you trying to tell me, Sawyer?”

He smirks, all sexy and oozing a confidence that makes me want to climb him right here and now. “I guess what I’m saying is, I’ve held back with you. I meant it when I said that I’ve never had anything like what I have with you. I’ve had opportunities here and there to explore what really turns me on, but the second you told me what you liked while I drove into you on the hood of my car?” He turns the paddle around in his palm. “I think I fell a little harder.” He looks at me, eyes no longer blown but ablaze. “Tell me everything you’re into, Collins.”

I bite on my bottom lip, needy excitement overtaking me. Maybe I shouldn’t be surprised, considering the way he took control at Jack and Kendra’s party. “Follow me.”

He’s still holding the paddle when I interlace our fingers and lead us a couple of rows to the left.

“I think this would be my ultimate fantasy,” I say, coming to a stop a few seconds later.

Sawyer releases my hand and reaches up for the spreader bar. “You want me to use this on you?”

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