Page 54 of Pin-up Girl

I let out a laugh, as much to relieve the tension inside as anything. “Sure. Add begging to the list.”

“What else?”

I was pretty sure he’d covered a good bit of it, and it was impossible to ignore we were on the sidewalk of Main Street, at seven thirty on a weeknight, and this place was anything but private. “Do I have to say out here?”

“You don’t have to, no. But tell me you don’t like the thrill of that. Of wondering who might overhear. Who might want to hear more.”

I did. Clint fucking me in front of Brodie last night… I hadn’t realized how much I would like that before I did it. The big difference was, we’d all consented to that, and random people out here hadn’t agreed to be part of my filthy fantasies. I caught my bottom lip between my teeth.

Clint grasped one of my hands with his, and reached behind him with the other to open the truck door. “Let’s go somewhere else.” He waited until I was seated, then moved to the other side to take his place in the driver’s seat.

“Where?” I asked when he was next to me again.

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“If you’re going to answer my question. Actually answer it.”

Heat crept up my neck. I’d said some of these things to Brodie, but that was over a headset, when he was a voice with no real name or face. When there was no personal connection.

But if I wanted more… “I want to be fucked and used.” Saying it out loud, while Clint watched me, and having him lick his lips instead of laugh, made me feel bolder. “Like you said before, treated like a toy. Played with. I want there to be anticipation, a little pain, and a lot of mess. And I want to be praised for it and cuddled after everyone comes.”

Clint let out a soft sigh and trailed his thumb along my bottom lip.

Did I just fuck up? Why wasn’t he saying anything?

“We should go to the dollar store,” Clint said.

I stared at him in disbelief. “Excuse me?”

“And find all the things we can use as sex toys.” He slipped his thumb past my lips and into my mouth. “I already told you, and I was serious, I’ll play with you as much as you want, and if you want me to be a little rough with my favorite toy, I can do that, too.”

I sucked on his thumb, and tried to quiet the way my pulse hammered in my ears.

There was one thing I needed us to be direct about, before we went any further. “No strings?”

“Only the ones I use to tie you up with.”

I grinned and pulled away from his touch as I twisted to face forward in my seat. “What are we waiting for? Let’s go to the dollar store.”

Our destination was on the outskirts of town, grouped with a handful of other newer businesses, including a national chain grocery store and a Denny’s. When we walked into It’s All A Buck, some of my anticipation faded. Cluttered aisles full of misplaced and cheap baubles stretched in front of us.

What were we doing here?

“I swear this is a better idea than it seems right now.” Clint tugged me toward one end of the store.

“Have you done this before?” I couldn’t imagine Regina agreeing to something like this.

He shook his head and led me down an aisle of party goods. “Nope. But I did see it in a meme.”

The answer made me laugh. Why wouldn’t we base a night of exploratory sex on something someone said to be quippy and get clicks? “I have to wonder if they thought it through any more than you did.” I stopped in front of the crepe paper streamers, and grabbed a roll of purple. “Is this what you’re going tie me up with?”

“Could be.” He grabbed a plastic popper—the kind where someone pulls the string, and tiny paper streamers burst out. “Does this turn you on?”

“Mmm, yeah baby.” I let out an exaggerated moan, then grabbed a stack of plastic stemless wine glasses. I held them up to my breasts. “Yes? No?”

Clint shook his head. “You’ve done it. You’ve found my hard limit.”

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