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of goodies I’d bought from Allie from the floor to take inside.
I was a little shocked that Ian hadn’t asked what I bought the whole way home, but I knew his curiosity would get the best of him sooner rather than later.
Five seconds later, I realized I shouldn’t have been shocked, and that I was right on the money. He held the door open for me to pass by him into the kitchen and as I did, he grabbed the bag out of my hand and took off through the house.
“Ian!” I yelled, dropping my purse on the counter and stepping out of my heels before following him down the hallway to the bedroom. I didn’t chase him; what was the point? I knew where he was going and, trust me, he definitely was gonna want me with him when he started trying things out.
Er, at least I’d hope so. If not, that could end up being kinda awkward…
I stopped in the doorway of the bedroom and looked in to see him lounging on the bed, the bag beside him, still closed.
I quirked a questioning brow at him and leaned against the door frame, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Whatcha doing?” I asked him conversationally.
He leaned on one elbow and crossed his legs, mocking me, I guess. “Not much. What are you doing?”
“Nothing, really,” I replied mildly.
He lifted his chin in a nonchalant nod. “Sounds pretty boring.”
I gave him a one-shouldered shrug and stayed where I was. He reached out his hand and patted the bed beside him, jerking his head at me. I just smiled and stayed put. He jerked his head again and patted the bed once more, then rubbed his hand over it.
I sighed and dropped my arms, slouching toward the bed. “Oh, alright…”
He reached out and pulled me down on to the bed beside him, tossing the bag at me. “Show me,” he demanded.
“I’m shocked you haven’t looked already,” I mused, sitting up and dumping the contents of the bag on the bed between us.
He poked around, lifting each item and reading the label before he’d throw it back down. By the time he’d gone through everything, he was scowling.
“You didn’t get anything fun?” he asked, borderline pouting.
I gathered up the body butter and the massage oil pack and other little things I’d bought, putting them back in the bag. “Massage oil is fun,” I hedged, but his face just looked even more crestfallen.
“Are you really that upset that I didn’t get a new toy for us to explore?” I asked him, watching his face.
He smiled and shook his head. “Nah, just messing around with you, baby. You know I don’t need anything to make you come hard.” He winked and his smile turned cocky, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of humor and lust.
“Mmmm…that’s so true. I actually did get something, but it’s in my purse. You jumped the gun, there, honey,” I told him, giving him a sly wink as I slid off the bed.
He leaned over and smacked my ass. “Well, get your ass in gear and go get it!”
It didn’t take me long to retrieve my purse and dig out the small, wrapped package from the side pocket. I tossed it to Ian when I walked back in the room and watched him look at it, perplexed.
“Uh, that’s awfully small, don’t you think?” he asked, turning it over in his hands. “And flat.”
“Open it,” I told him, crawling onto the bed beside him.
He opened the package carefully and pulled it out, looking even more confused. “It’s…an MP3 player?”
I sighed and took it from him, unwrapping the wires and showing him exactly what it was. “This cuff goes around the wrist, which is where the controls are. These little things go on your fingertips, the wires connect them to the control and…” I pressed the two ear bud-looking things into his palm and hit the on button. “Voila! It’s a fingertip massager.”
His hand jerked and then closed around the vibrating pads. “Mmmm…I see potential here,” he said. “A little limiting, though.”
I just smiled. “Nope. Waterproof. Can go in and out.” I took it from him and
I was a little shocked that Ian hadn’t asked what I bought the whole way home, but I knew his curiosity would get the best of him sooner rather than later.
Five seconds later, I realized I shouldn’t have been shocked, and that I was right on the money. He held the door open for me to pass by him into the kitchen and as I did, he grabbed the bag out of my hand and took off through the house.
“Ian!” I yelled, dropping my purse on the counter and stepping out of my heels before following him down the hallway to the bedroom. I didn’t chase him; what was the point? I knew where he was going and, trust me, he definitely was gonna want me with him when he started trying things out.
Er, at least I’d hope so. If not, that could end up being kinda awkward…
I stopped in the doorway of the bedroom and looked in to see him lounging on the bed, the bag beside him, still closed.
I quirked a questioning brow at him and leaned against the door frame, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Whatcha doing?” I asked him conversationally.
He leaned on one elbow and crossed his legs, mocking me, I guess. “Not much. What are you doing?”
“Nothing, really,” I replied mildly.
He lifted his chin in a nonchalant nod. “Sounds pretty boring.”
I gave him a one-shouldered shrug and stayed where I was. He reached out his hand and patted the bed beside him, jerking his head at me. I just smiled and stayed put. He jerked his head again and patted the bed once more, then rubbed his hand over it.
I sighed and dropped my arms, slouching toward the bed. “Oh, alright…”
He reached out and pulled me down on to the bed beside him, tossing the bag at me. “Show me,” he demanded.
“I’m shocked you haven’t looked already,” I mused, sitting up and dumping the contents of the bag on the bed between us.
He poked around, lifting each item and reading the label before he’d throw it back down. By the time he’d gone through everything, he was scowling.
“You didn’t get anything fun?” he asked, borderline pouting.
I gathered up the body butter and the massage oil pack and other little things I’d bought, putting them back in the bag. “Massage oil is fun,” I hedged, but his face just looked even more crestfallen.
“Are you really that upset that I didn’t get a new toy for us to explore?” I asked him, watching his face.
He smiled and shook his head. “Nah, just messing around with you, baby. You know I don’t need anything to make you come hard.” He winked and his smile turned cocky, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of humor and lust.
“Mmmm…that’s so true. I actually did get something, but it’s in my purse. You jumped the gun, there, honey,” I told him, giving him a sly wink as I slid off the bed.
He leaned over and smacked my ass. “Well, get your ass in gear and go get it!”
It didn’t take me long to retrieve my purse and dig out the small, wrapped package from the side pocket. I tossed it to Ian when I walked back in the room and watched him look at it, perplexed.
“Uh, that’s awfully small, don’t you think?” he asked, turning it over in his hands. “And flat.”
“Open it,” I told him, crawling onto the bed beside him.
He opened the package carefully and pulled it out, looking even more confused. “It’s…an MP3 player?”
I sighed and took it from him, unwrapping the wires and showing him exactly what it was. “This cuff goes around the wrist, which is where the controls are. These little things go on your fingertips, the wires connect them to the control and…” I pressed the two ear bud-looking things into his palm and hit the on button. “Voila! It’s a fingertip massager.”
His hand jerked and then closed around the vibrating pads. “Mmmm…I see potential here,” he said. “A little limiting, though.”
I just smiled. “Nope. Waterproof. Can go in and out.” I took it from him and
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