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My face heats. “Well, to be honest, I’ve got no idea. I just thought we could see what’s in the gift bag we got from The Perfect Package.”
His eyes flash, and a spark of heat pulses between my legs.
“Oh yes,” he rumbles. “I like the sound of that.”
CHAPTER 29
PIPER
The house is dark and quiet as Brody and I slip inside. It’s only nine, plenty of time before anyone else gets back.
The thought makes my mouth run dry with anticipation.
Brody grabs a couple of glasses of iced water, and we pad upstairs. My heart thumps as I take the gift bag and tip its contents onto the bed.
“Hmmm … what do we have here?” Brody asks, lifting two cellophane-wrapped packages.
Opening them, he pulls out a lilac leather eye mask and silky-soft lilac cuffs.
Our eyes meet, and I swallow at the smoldering power of his gaze. Holding the cuffs in one hand and the eye mask in the other, he raises an eyebrow in question.
“Yes,” I whisper. “To both.”
“Good girl,” he murmurs, and I suck in a breath as his words zing straight to my clit.
He makes short work of the other boxes, checking that everything’s pre-charged, then lays out the selection of colored silicone toys before me.
I have no clue how some of them work, but I can’t wait to learn. There’s one shaped like a rose, another that looks like a teardrop-shaped pebble, and a curved one I presume is for both inside and out. There’s also a pack of wipes and a bottle of lube.
“You can use them all,” I say, my voice breaking slightly.
He nods, and the air crackles between us. I don’t know what he’s going to do, but my pussy is screaming,Do everything!and my dress suddenly feels too tight to breathe.
Brody takes out a cleansing wipe and carefully cleans the toys, then lays them in a neat line across the bed.
“Are you ready, Piper?”
“Yes.”
“Yes …?”
“Sir,” I breathe out.
His nostrils flare slightly, and I swallow again, arousal humming through every cell. I’m so turned on right now, my panties are soaked through.
Brody stands, then lights the candles on the dresser and switches off the main light. The room fills with flame and shadow, his powerful form backlit by the colored lights outside.
He removes his black jacket and drapes it over the back of the chair. Then, facing me, he slowly and deliberately rolls up the sleeves of his white dress shirt.
I watch him hungrily, taking in his strong hands and his muscular forearms with their thick veins and dark hair. I want to lie back and surrender, to let him unleash all of that power onto me.
He loosens his bow tie, then pulls it off and tosses it onto the chair.
Walking to the closet, he takes out a clean towel and lays it across the bed.
“What … what’s that for?” I ask, my mind racing at a million miles an hour.
“Do you trust me?”
