Page 11 of Misadventures Of A Single Mom

I frowned at it. “Order something?”

Shaking his head, he said, “Not quite. Inside there’s a super-sized box of condoms, ribbed variety.” He used his fingers to help him count off the items. “One of those fingertip vibrators, a big bottle of lube, a pair of pouchless briefs and some anal beads. Are the beads meant for you or for me?”

“Holy crap.” I was so mortified I might throw up. I put my beer on the counter with a loud thud and held onto the surface for support. I tilted my head and looked up at Ty. He seemed relaxed and unruffled, once more enjoying my embarrassment. Saying the words ‘pouchless briefs’ didn’t seem to bother him at all. In fact, he was smiling.

I pulled the box toward me and pried back a cardboard flap with a finger. Yup, there was the great big box of condoms. Then I realized he thought I was the culprit.

“You think I did this?” I sputtered. “This isn’t really my style. I usually take a plate of brownies to new neighbors.”

“Maybe you’re the aggressive type. Likes to show a man what she wants. Or certain parts of her,” he replied, smiling. His eyes moved blatantly to my breasts. “I like that in a woman.”

It was so absurd, I laughed. There was casual flirting and then there was this. Goldie’s box.

“Me? You think I’d pick out pouchless briefs for a guy?” If he only knew. I was so un-aggressive. I wanted desperately to tug him down the hall to my bedroom, maybe to begin with just to kiss him, but I couldn’t even do that. My nerves would make me start to giggle. I was such a mess! If I couldn’t even make the first move, how could I push pornographic underwear on him? Or anal beads!

“Just because I work in a sex store doesn’t mean I go for,”—I held up the black mesh pseudo-briefs with one finger—“this!” I slingshot them across the room. They landed on top of the toaster oven. I shivered. “I’m not getting a good mental image right now.”

Ty or any man, no matter how hot they were, would look ridiculous in a pair of underwear that left his bits and pieces hanging out. It was like the crotchless panty for men. And in black mesh. Again, whatever floated a person’s boat, but it didn’t do a thing for mine.

“I’m more a boxers kind of girl.” I darted a quick glance at Ty’s lower region wondering what he had on.

He noticed and waggled his eyebrows. “Wanna see if I’m a boxers kind of guy?”

Yes.“Um…” I felt like a fifteen-year-old girl with brand new, raging hormones mucking up all modest thoughts. I tapped the box. “This isallGoldie. My mother-in-law. She thinks I need…sex. She thinks I need sex withyou.”

I ran my hand over my face, hoping to wipe off some of the scorching heat I felt there. I was more than competent to embarrass myself without any help from Goldie. Especially since I’d been caught checking out his package. I considered how I was going to murder her. Strangulation was good. I could strangle her with the pouchless briefs.

“Your mother-in-law…your MOTHER-IN-LAW thinks we should have sex?” Ty’s eyes bugged out, his mouth open, looking stunned. He took a big glug of beer. “Jesus. Your mother-in-law thinks we should have anal sex.”

“Can you please stop saying anal?” I asked, dying a slow death.

“I’m not sure if I should be thankful or hurt. Does she think I need that much help with a woman?” He pointed at the box.

I groaned. I had no doubt Ty knewexactlywhat to do with a woman.

“Let’s take Goldie out of this for a minute because she’ll be dead by morning. You haven’t thought about having sex with me?” Might as well put him on the spot.

“Well…yeah,” he replied. He grinned, looking a mixture of sheepish and eager. “Definitely. Very thoroughly and in about twenty different ways.”

Twenty? My panties were now officially ruined.

“Especially the other morning when you weren’t wearing a bra and your nipple… And that other time when your nipples?—”

I held up my hand to stop him. Obviously, the man wasn’t a monk and had a breast obsession. “I get the picture.” I did. I had the image in my head of his mouth on my breast, sucking and licking, tugging on the tip, maybe even using a little bit of his teeth, my fingers tangled in his hair. Yeah, that was a really good picture.

“I really like your nipples.” One side of his mouth tipped up in one of those wicked male grins. It was the grin of a man with sex on the brain. “And they really seem to like me.”

They did. They certainly did.

I felt heat shoot to the roots of my hair as my very desired nipples got hard beneath my thin bra. Time to change the subject.

I cleared my throat. “Goldie doesn’t thinkyouneed help, she thinksIdo.”

He raised one eyebrow, then looked me up and down. The gaze was heated and intense. He took his time doing it, too. Especially in the nipple region. “If you keep going the braless route, you’ll have guys lined up around the block.”

Thank goodness I was wearing one right now, although it wasn’t doing much to hide my…interest in him. “I’ll…um, keep that in mind.”

Ty took another swig of beer. “You have an…interesting family. Never a dull moment around here.”

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