Page 37 of Stocking Stuffers
The Fancy Fleshstroker and her black silky thong were on top of an antique dresser, and they stood out among the twee decorations, glaring in their filthiness.
Perry’s mouth landed on the edge of her jaw, and she tipped her head back, gasping.
“We need my roller bag.”
“The one full of Christmas miracles?” he asked, smiling against her neck.
“That’s the ticket.”
“I’ll get it.” He jumped up off the bed and jogged into the adjoining bathroom and, she assumed, into the Blue Spruce Room. He came back seconds later with her Lady Robin’s roller bag in hand, a huge grin on his face.
Her heart tumbled over, like a snowball falling down a hill, gaining momentum, faster and faster. Hopefully, it wouldn’t hit the bottom and explode into nothing but powder. “I’m leaving tomorrow.”
His smile faltered for half a second, then he shrugged. “I know.”
“And you’re okay with that?”
She wasn’t sure she could say the words outright, couldn’t ask him if he was okay sleeping with her for one last night when it wouldn’t lead to anything. But how ridiculous was she? If she couldn’t hear the words out loud, then she shouldn’t be living by that philosophy.
She took a deep breath. “Are you okay with one more night of no-strings-attached sex?”
His lips quirked. “On the second day of Christmas my fuck buddy gave to me?” he said, his voice musical but gruff.
“The screw of your life, baby. Get over here.”
Perry lifted her red bag of toys onto the bed beside her, and she methodically pulled out the stock that she hadn’t sold and the stock she’d used as samples for the party, meaning they had already been charged.
The Rimmy. P-spot Pulse and Pulse 2. Collar Me Nipple Clamps. Sporty Strap-on with Diamond Glass Dildo. Monster Me Tentacle Dildo. Monster Me Mermaid Dildo. Fingerslip Vibrator. Not Your Mother’s Pearls Anal Beads. The Shake and Shimmy Cock Ring. The Slim and Simple Vibrator Wand.
“We also have your Fancy Fleshstroker, the Double Trouble, the Rude Beast, and the Chained Melody Clamps, all of which we’ve already used,” she said.
Perry stared at the array of silicone and metal and glass with eyes as wide as saucers. He smiled like a kid on Christmas morning getting the first look at his loot.
“Pick your poison, Perry.”
She’d been excited for the sweet holiday bonus that she’d earned from the Staunchly Raunchy Book Club Party, but at the rate she and Perry were going, she’d be lucky to break even after she expensed the toys they’d broken into.
And she couldn’t have been happier about that fact.
“Anything here off limits? Anything you don’t enjoy?” Perry asked.
She grinned, happy he’d thought to ask. “The Monster Me Dildos are a bit much for me. Fun when I want sex to feel like a freak show, but that’s not what I’m interested in tonight. Everything else is fair game.”
He nodded and selected the Rimmy, the Fingerslip, and the Shake and Shimmy Cock Ring. She was happy with his choices. They were all fairly non-invasive or discreet sex toys, and they suited what she knew of him. She liked that he wasn’t pushing himself too far out of his comfort zone while still taking a walk on the wild side with her.
She pulled out the bottle of lube they’d already opened and some Lady Robin’s antibacterial toy-cleaning wipes. She quickly threw the extra toys back into the bag and cleaned the ones he’d selected. All in all, it took under two minutes, but she felt self-conscious about the time wasted.
“So how are we doing this?” she asked as she stripped off her sweatshirt and unclipped her bra. Heat darkened his hazel eyes. She tossed her bra at him with a laugh. He caught it and brought it to his nose to smell.
God, he really was a dirty fucker and didn’t even seem to realize it. First, he’d sucked her arousal off that dildo this afternoon, now he was sniffing her intimates. She liked that he kept surprising her.
He took off his clothes with a single-minded determination, then grabbed her legs and yanked her to the center of the bed, dragging her sweatpants off.
“I’m going to take you apart bit by bit,” he said.
“Oh. Okay.” She sent him an ornery smile.
“You don’t believe me?”
