Page 1 of Her Devious Daddies

CHAPTER 1

KARSYN

I couldn’t believe I’d let my best friend Eloise talk me into exploring Wicked Kisses, the biggest sex toy shop in a hundred-mile radius, all by myself. Not that buying toys was a chore, but I had zero clue about what I wanted, needed, or desired. The same problems could be applied to my life.

Admiring the ornate, gothic doors for a moment before stepping inside, I wondered why they led to an adult toy shop. The fancy engraving would be better suited to a nightclub or restaurant. Ambience and gentle lighting without the usual stark fluorescent bulbs relaxed me. I didn’t see anyone else browsing the aisles, though my timing may have been a factor. Two in the afternoon in the middle of a weekday didn’t typically have the same clamoring business as five o’clock on a Friday.

“Can I help you find something?” a low husky voice said from nearby.

“I’m not sure what I’m looking for.” I shrugged and made the mistake of sweeping my eyes in the direction of the voice. The handsomest man I’d ever laid my eyes on stood near me; his fingers laced together casually. I tried not to stare but his black jeans clung to his muscled thighs and legs, outlining his physique. He wore a forest-green t-shirt that showed off his muscular frame without being flashy. My gaze traveled upward until I saw a very groomed beard, and finally landed on his eyes, two dazzling green-gray pools. They were expressive as they stared back at me.

“I’m Logan.”

“Hi, I’m Karsyn,” I managed without drooling.

“I can help you find something if you’d like.”

“I really don’t know where to start.”

Logan plucked a pamphlet from a stack near the aisle. “Why don’t you fill this out? It’s for your eyes only. Your answers will lead you to a numbered aisle with the products mentioned.”

“I’m a little confused. How do you know what aisle I need by asking kinky questions?” Mortified, I cleared my throat, trying to remain calm. I was into the kinkier side of things in the bedroom, but I hadn’t meant to share out loud.

“The questions aren’t kinky, though I think I know what you mean. Look at number seven.” He tapped the brochure. “If I’m looking to unwind, my favorite way is: blank space, followed by choices. Each answer leads to a physical item in the store.”

“Multiple choice questions are my jam. I used to have a subscription to every teen magazine.”

He grinned, showing a dimple in his chin. “Good. I haven’t had any complaints. Your answers will guide you to items that will give you the perfect Saturday-night vibe.”

“So, I can’t use a vibrator on a Tuesday?” I sassed, playing on his choice of words. I had no business provoking the sexy man standing in front of me who was being immensely helpful. Though his appearance and husky manner of speaking drove me wild, it was poor form to assume anything about him. Just because he worked at a sex toy shop didn’t mean he wanted to discuss my private life in any way. Though to be fair, he was probably used to answering questions of a sexual nature without being intrusive or perverse.

Logan rubbed his hand across his mouth. “I’m all about self-pleasure any day of the week. Aisle six if you need a new one.”

I felt heat rise to my cheeks. “Actually, I wouldn’t even know what to look for. And I’m not trying to get personal. It’s just that my best friend recommended this store. We live in Falcon Creek.” I babbled personal information in short sentences instead of gathering my thoughts. Breathe. Breathe, Kars!

He smiled warmly. “It’s all right. I grew up in Falcon Creek and still live there. Who’s your friend?”

“Eloise Crawford.”

“I went to high school with her. This is my store, and it means a lot for her to recommend it. When did you move there?” Logan produced a pen from his pocket and held it out.

I took the pen and nodded thanks before flipping through the questionnaire. “About a year ago, I think, but I don’t honestly remember exactly when. Everything happened in a whirlwind. We were roommates on the east coast in between her European jaunts. We hadn’t seen each other a lot in between her moving back here. I’m sorry. My nerves are out of control.”

“I understand the need for privacy,” he assured me. “Please don’t worry, I’m not going to judge you, and this is a safe space. We hold workshops here once a week on different topics from self-expression to new products and sexual health. There’s a small cafe you passed in the front of the store, and it has the best iced coffee, NY style bagels and Danishes.”

“Thank you, Logan. I don’t usually explore by myself.”

“No one will rush you through the aisles. You can take as long as you need, Karsyn.”

“I’m going to pretend I know where these aisles are and then I’ll likely get lost from wandering around aimlessly.”

“If you get lost, just yell my name and I’ll come find you. It’s not usually busy this time of day.”

“So, you’re saying if I scream your name…” I bit down on my lip. I had been poised to say some sort of flirty retort and it was not the time. Damn it. Logan sucked the air out of the room, even one as big as the store we were standing in.

“Usually, I wait for a more intimate opportunity to make someone scream my name, but I’ll make an exception for you.” Logan grinned, before tapping the small pamphlet in my hand. “You should start with aisle six. Halfway down on the left. Third shelf.”

I nodded, caught up in thoughts of Logan making me do anything up to and including the very thing we’d been discussing. One encounter and a short conversation left my panties damp with arousal. Though I didn’t typically go around getting turned on by random men, I could not deny the undeniable spark between the two of us.

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