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“You opened it. You have to buy it now.” The clerk sighed and pointed to the sign in big white letters above his head that reiterated what he’d just said.
With a defeated huff, I threw the beads at Warner’s head before pushing myself to stand and stomped away to wait for him at the door. He appeared a few minutes later with a black bag under his arm and triumph written all over his face. “I bought batteries and some lube. You know. Just in case.”
“Where in God’s name do you work to have the money to buy this stuff?”
“Um, I work at the bookstore down the road. And, I have some money saved up. Don’t worry about it.” He reached into his pocket and unwrapped a stick of gum, then pulled his sunglasses out of his shirt pocket and deposited them on his face. “You ready?”
For the first time, I wasn’t sure just what his question was referring to.
The ride to the school was quiet, and once I had retrieved my car, I was glad for the time alone. It was an odd relationship that Warner and I had to begin with. But the added level of intimacy was boggling my mind, and I was having a hard time understanding why I was so comfortable with him. And why I was so easily moved to do whatever he requested of me. It was like he had stolen my backbone and replaced it with wet panties.
Part of me knew that the guise of becoming a better writer was what was pressing me forward in the endeavor. But another part of me wanted the experiences that I had read about for so long. I did want to know what it felt like. All of it. And who better to show me than someone I’d known half my life?
Plus, he was sexy. And his mouth said words that made my toes tingle. Maybe I was a little attracted to him. Ah, hell. Who was I kidding? I was stoked that I was going to get to be all over that soon.
I rushed into my apartment and listened as he followed behind, closing the door and securing it with a final click of the lock. Excitement buzzed in my veins as I put my purse down and looked around for a place to stand while not looking too anxious.
Warner was cool as a cucumber, sailing by me and into my bedroom to deposit my new goodies onto my comforter. He pondered the selection and seemed to decide on the rabbit before grabbing the pack of batteries and heading off into my bathroom.
I listened as water from my sink started to run, then I walked over to peer in the doorway to see him washing off the unit with care and concentration I’d never seen before from him. When he was done, he turned and held it up for me to see.
“Gotta keep it clean.” He grinned at his own joke.
I fidgeted with the sleeves of my shirt, pulling them down and stretching them out as he dried the thing off and placed batteries inside. He gave it one quick click to ensure that it worked to his satisfaction. Then, with an almost demented glint in his eyes, he chuckled.
“Ready?”
“Huh? You want me to use that while you’re here? Watching? Um . . .” The prospect hadn’t even crossed my mind.
Letting his hand lower a bit, his seductive smile did me in. “Didn’t you want me to help you?”
Air left my lungs in a whoosh as I stared into his eyes. “Yes.” It came out in a squeak.
It looked like he was the cat who swallowed the canary. “Sounds good to me.”
Brushing by me, he cleared my bed of the remaining items and slipped his jacket off as well as his socks and shoes, placing them off in a corner as I did the same. When I was down to my T-shirt and jeans, I glanced his way.
He was propped on my bed, his back against the headboard, and the vibrator sitting on my bedside table. With a quirked brow, he lifted his hand and crooked his finger in a come - hither motion. My head swam, and my knees started to shake as I crossed the few feet to my bed and crawled up on my hands and knees to his feet.
“Come here,” he whispered.
And I followed his words, slinking up his legs and thighs to straddle his hips, hovering there as
“You opened it. You have to buy it now.” The clerk sighed and pointed to the sign in big white letters above his head that reiterated what he’d just said.
With a defeated huff, I threw the beads at Warner’s head before pushing myself to stand and stomped away to wait for him at the door. He appeared a few minutes later with a black bag under his arm and triumph written all over his face. “I bought batteries and some lube. You know. Just in case.”
“Where in God’s name do you work to have the money to buy this stuff?”
“Um, I work at the bookstore down the road. And, I have some money saved up. Don’t worry about it.” He reached into his pocket and unwrapped a stick of gum, then pulled his sunglasses out of his shirt pocket and deposited them on his face. “You ready?”
For the first time, I wasn’t sure just what his question was referring to.
The ride to the school was quiet, and once I had retrieved my car, I was glad for the time alone. It was an odd relationship that Warner and I had to begin with. But the added level of intimacy was boggling my mind, and I was having a hard time understanding why I was so comfortable with him. And why I was so easily moved to do whatever he requested of me. It was like he had stolen my backbone and replaced it with wet panties.
Part of me knew that the guise of becoming a better writer was what was pressing me forward in the endeavor. But another part of me wanted the experiences that I had read about for so long. I did want to know what it felt like. All of it. And who better to show me than someone I’d known half my life?
Plus, he was sexy. And his mouth said words that made my toes tingle. Maybe I was a little attracted to him. Ah, hell. Who was I kidding? I was stoked that I was going to get to be all over that soon.
I rushed into my apartment and listened as he followed behind, closing the door and securing it with a final click of the lock. Excitement buzzed in my veins as I put my purse down and looked around for a place to stand while not looking too anxious.
Warner was cool as a cucumber, sailing by me and into my bedroom to deposit my new goodies onto my comforter. He pondered the selection and seemed to decide on the rabbit before grabbing the pack of batteries and heading off into my bathroom.
I listened as water from my sink started to run, then I walked over to peer in the doorway to see him washing off the unit with care and concentration I’d never seen before from him. When he was done, he turned and held it up for me to see.
“Gotta keep it clean.” He grinned at his own joke.
I fidgeted with the sleeves of my shirt, pulling them down and stretching them out as he dried the thing off and placed batteries inside. He gave it one quick click to ensure that it worked to his satisfaction. Then, with an almost demented glint in his eyes, he chuckled.
“Ready?”
“Huh? You want me to use that while you’re here? Watching? Um . . .” The prospect hadn’t even crossed my mind.
Letting his hand lower a bit, his seductive smile did me in. “Didn’t you want me to help you?”
Air left my lungs in a whoosh as I stared into his eyes. “Yes.” It came out in a squeak.
It looked like he was the cat who swallowed the canary. “Sounds good to me.”
Brushing by me, he cleared my bed of the remaining items and slipped his jacket off as well as his socks and shoes, placing them off in a corner as I did the same. When I was down to my T-shirt and jeans, I glanced his way.
He was propped on my bed, his back against the headboard, and the vibrator sitting on my bedside table. With a quirked brow, he lifted his hand and crooked his finger in a come - hither motion. My head swam, and my knees started to shake as I crossed the few feet to my bed and crawled up on my hands and knees to his feet.
“Come here,” he whispered.
And I followed his words, slinking up his legs and thighs to straddle his hips, hovering there as
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