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"Maybe he didn't like it."
"Then he's not just an asshole. He's an idiot." Chase drags his fingertips to my chin. He tilts my head so I'm staring at the sex toy. "You like this one?"
"I don't know how to pick."
"You want something inside you?"
I fight my blush. "I thought I was coming on your cock." My voice wavers. It's not strong enough. I need to channel Chase's sex god confidence. "I want to come on your cock."
His pupils dilate. "Fuck, princess." He drags his eyes away from me. Turns to the shelf of toys.
There are so many. Long rods. Short ones. Tiny ovals. Strange curves.
He motions to the left side of the wall. "I want to buy one of these later. And fuck you with it." He taps a vibrator with rabbit ears on the box. Oh, it's got the long rod for vaginal stimulation. And the ears for clitoral stimulation. But that's too clinical. I need to say it in a sexy way. I try to find something. Come up with, "oh."
"Oh?"
"I, uh… okay."
"Okay?"
"Yeah. Sticking with okay."
He chuckles. "It might be too much." He points to the box in my hand. Curved handle. Six inch cylinder. Hot pink and white, with a heart shaped logo. "It's more—"
"For either?"
"Yeah." He reaches for something on the top shelf. A display unit. "You want to try it?"
"Here?" But, we're… Uh…
He chuckles. "Like this." He places the box on the shelf. Takes my hand. Brings it to the, uh, rod.
He turns the toy on. Presses the silicone against the pad of my thumb.
His eyes go to mine. He studies my reaction as he turns the vibration higher. Higher. Fuck, that's a lot.
He turns it down. Switches from a steady buzz to a rhythmic buzz-buzz-buzz. Then one with longer gaps. With longer holds. With an erratic pattern.
"You like it," he says.
I… don't know. But, God, the anticipation in his eyes. "I think so."
"Good." His lips curl into a half-smile. "I'm gonna take you home and make you come until you beg me to stop."
Holy shit.
Chapter Forty-Four
Chase
Ariel shifts back and forth on her heels. She eyes the bedroom nervously. Like she's never been there before.
Fuck, it does something to me, seeing her so wide-eyed and innocent.
"You're still nervous." I set the plain white bag on the dining table. It's not the black plastic of an old school sex shop. It's white, paper, proudly bearing the shop's name in a girly shade of pink.
Her eyes go to said name. "Maybe. But not just because of that." Her lips press together. "This is… we're… It's different."
