Read Online For Authentication Purposes by Amber L. Johnson - Free Book Online

Warner Green pulled me to his side with his hand wrapped around my waist, securing me to his hip as he guided me straight to the back of the store, like he knew right where he was going.  
    I figured it was because he did.
    He stopped when we were faced with a massive wall display of vibrators. I felt my face go red at the same time that a distress signal was sent down to my birth canal. It alerted me to the fact that nothing as big as anything on that wall had ever been inside me.
    “I don’t think this is gonna work.” The words rushed out of my mouth as I tried to pivot away, but Warner tightened his grip on me.
    “Relax. I assure you, you will be fine. I’m not going to hurt you, Bunny.” His eyes were soft and reassuring as I looked at him, and for some reason, I felt like he was telling the truth. “Regardless of what you’ve read in those books of yours, more than a pinky finger can fit inside a woman. Not that you’ll want to be able to put a glass wine bottle all the way up there, but you get my drift.”
    I was stunned. “How the hell do you know so much about, you know”—I stopped, making a hand movement toward my very scared crotch—“vaginas?”
    “You mean pussy?” He squeezed my waist with his fingers. “Say it. Pu-ss-ss-y. It’s okay, I promise. Especially in here.” His hand swept in a dramatic gesture around the room.
    “Fine!” I hissed, lowering my voice to look around the store at our fellow shoppers. “Pussy. How do you know so much about it? Do I need to see an STD test from you before we do anything?”
    His expression turned thoughtful. “I can get one for you if you want.”
    “Real fast. How many women have you slept with? Answer now.”
    “Three,” he answered at once. “One in high school. One long-term relationship. One hookup.” His face was relaying his honesty. “And, some day, I might tell you why I know so much about”—he leaned in with a devilish grin—“pooooooseeeeee.”
    “You’re so immature.” I laughed and leaned into his side, feeling more comfortable after that exchange. Turning my attention back to the Wall of Cock, I surveyed what they had to offer. After a couple of minutes, I felt Warner move from my side, and I began to look at the different items that were displayed. The choices were extensive, and I was pulling some boxes off the wall, disregarding the boobs that were on all the packages as I looked the items over.
    “What about this one?” I turned around to find Warner pulling a bottle off a shelf a few feet away. He glanced over my way and tilted his head to survey my choice.
    “If that’s what you want.”
    And all I could think was that, at this point, I just wanted to sleep with Warner.
    Thirty minutes later, we were arguing at the checkout counter.
    “I’m not . . . no .” I was adamant. “Why do I need four different vibrators? I’m not starting a collection, Wardo.”
    The guy behind the counter watched us go back and forth, not amused in the least.
    “Because you do.” He shoved the boxes toward the cashier, but I intercepted and pulled them my way instead.
    “No, I’m pretty sure one of these will be fine.” Throwing a fake smile at the worker, I slid the one rabbit over to him.
    Warner huffed and lunged for me, wrestling the Bullet from my hands and chucking it at the guy before having to chase me three feet into the DVD aisle to physically rip the G-spot wand and some freaky-looking beads he had grabbed from my death grip.
    “Not gonna happen,” I yelled as he tried to manhandle me to get the beads out of my curled fingers.
    “You’re going to like it, I promise.” He grunted as I turned my back to him and fought against his brute strength.
    “No. I’m. Not! ” I stood my ground, yanking hard and losing my balance in the process. The package ripped in my hands, and I went flying face-first into a XXX video display, groaning when I looked up and realized I had landed with my nose in a porn star’s