Page 86 of Foreplay on Words

“And we are wasting time,” I scolded, motioning toward the door to the street. “Move it. There are dildos to unbox.”

“I prefer dildos in your box,” Evan snickered as he slowly walked to the front of the shop.

“I’ll shove dildos up your box if you don’t hurry up.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“I prefer Mistress,” I giggled as I crossed the threshold of the door he held open for me.

“Of course you do,” he responded with an exaggerated eye roll.

“Don’t make me spank you again...” I threatened.

“You’re saying it like that would be a bad thing.” His eyebrows wiggled as the door closed behind him.

“Go, go, go,” I laughed. We hurried to the car, and Evan helped me into my seat before opening the rear door to put the bags on the back seats.

“Hey! Why are they back there? I wanted to look,” I protested.

“You’ll have to be patient.” I couldn’t help my wide smile as he looked at me with an amused smirk.

“We both know that’s not my strong suit,” I pouted.

“Think of it as delayed gratification,” he countered.

“Nope, don’t like that either.” The deep chuckle that followed my statement abated my curiosity somewhat. Evan had handled today like a pro.

The rest of the drive back to my place, we quietly listened to music, and he drove me nuts with his thumb stroking the bare skin on my thigh.

“You ready?” he asked as he parked his car in a guest spot in the garage.

“Hell, yes!”

We both knew we’d be naked within twenty minutes of entering my apartment. Screw research...literally. He carried the bags inside, and we settled on the couch with them on the cushion between us.

“Do you want to go first?” I asked as I sat up straight and held open the handles on one of the bags.

“We both know you’re over there vibrating with excitement to get in there.” The amused grin he was giving me showed how much he was enjoying said excitement over our new toys. I didn’t even know what they were, and I was ecstatic.

“I’m not vibrating...yet,” I winked as I pulled out the tissue paper and threw it to the floor.

“Blindfold.” I tossed the black silk blindfold at him, and he placed it across his lap, slowly stroking the soft material.

“His and hers cuffs.” The two sets of leather buckle cuffs dangled from my finger as Evan’s eyes widened. One group was smaller and thinner, and the other was larger with a wider band.

“Just what every couple needs,” he laughed.

“I know, right?” Or maybe only the adventurous ones as we’d apparently become.

Next was a feather tickler. I swiped it across his nose, and he grabbed the handle from me, placing it in the pile on his lap.

“Nipple clamps. Ohh. These are the magnetic kind.” Gauging by how his pupils dilated when I pulled the pieces apart and let them click back together, he was also on board with trying those.

He shivered as I took out the Wartenburg wheel and ran it across the back of his hand.

“Tal must really like you,” I giggled as I started pulling several different kinds of cock rings out and tossing them at him.

“Whoa. Look at this one.” He opened the small box and pulled it out. Pressing the button on the end, the little toy vibrated across his palm.

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