Page 68 of Afternoon Delight
I had all the same adolescent emotions as my eighteen-year-old self—excitement, worry that it wouldn’t be as great as I hoped, insecurity, and a thrill at doing something I probably shouldn’t. Also a stupid amount of happiness at just locking myself in a room with this funny, sexy, incredibly attractive man.
He glanced around as he took off his jacket.
I slipped off mine along with my shoes, ignoring the faint smell of air freshener over stale cigarette smoke. The room was clean and bright and had the basics—table, chair, television, alarm clock. Queen-sized bed.
“I was surprised you were able to get away on such short notice. Your dad isn’t alone, is he?” I set my purse on the table.
“Kyle was at the house, putting chimes on all the doors. I told him I had a chance to get lucky and he agreed to stay on the condition that I take their kids next weekend, so he might have a chance at the same. Yes, I realize that’s my sister we’re talking about. These are battle conditions, Meg.”
“Did he know you were meeting me?”
“I didn’t mention that, but he’s not stupid.” He set the bag in the middle of the bed and flopped onto his side beside it, propped up on an elbow. He gave the bag a poke. “What’s in here?”
“Samples. But I’ve been dying to ask whether you liked my surprise.” I curled my leg under me as I sat on the other side of the mattress.
“The beads? I’m not sure.” His shrug lacked enthusiasm.
“You didn’t try them?”
“I did, in the shower. It was okay, but not as good as I’d hoped.”
“Huh. I liked them.”
“You’ve tried them?” He lifted his gaze from peering into the bag. “In the shower?”
“Doesn’t the shower wash the lube off?”
“You’re supposed to use lube?”
“I gave you lube. It was in the bag.”
“I thought you were restocking me. Is it better with lube?”
“I haven’t tried them without. You tell me.”
“Homework again? There’ll be nothing left of me.” He tipped out the bag. “What’s on the menu today?”
I explained how I’d gotten this as swag. We took turns reading the notes Georgia had stuck to each item.
Nice variety for penis owners. This company’s chargers never work.
“You never played with toys with your husband?” he asked.
“I was afraid to have them in the house, in case we died and the kids had to go through our things. I didn’t want to put them through something as traumatic as discovering their father’s affinity for seventies porn.”
“Your dad had good taste.”
“He was a doctor. I’m pretty sure he was studying the anatomy.”
“Sure.” He grinned.
“Would you try a butt plug?” I showed him the box. It reminded me of tampons with its size chart printed on the side. This was the smallest one, made of blue silicone. It had a ring on its base for easy removal.
“I’d rather see it in you, but sure. I’ll try it if you want me to.”
“Really?” I didn’t know what turned me on more—the lusty way he eyed the butt plug or his casual willingness to try anything. I only knew that wicked tingles of anticipation began swirling in my pelvis. “If—I don’t know how to do this.” My face was hot, my words coming out as half-chokes and giggles. “What do you want to do?”
“Today? Right now? With you? I am very open to suggestion.” He lifted his brows.
