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“You are the most refreshing woman in the world, Lillian. I swear. I’ve never been so fucking hard in my life.” He presses his erection against my ass.
Holy cow. He’s definitely hard.
I point at the hotdog vibrator. “Based on the only evidence I have any experience with, I’d say that’s pretty small.”
He laughs. “I’m hesitant to buy you anything that goes inside you, naughty girl. But I might be willing to make an exception as long as the toy doesn’t make me look bad,” he teases.
“I don’t think there’s any fear of that,” I mutter. This toy is barely thicker than his pointer.
His lips come to my ear again, and I shiver when he speaks. “Plus, depending on how kinky you are, I can always use it in your bottom.”
I whimper. I can’t believe I would even consider such an idea. Maybe I would if the right man was holding the vibrator. And I’m starting to believe the right man is definitely holding that toy in front of me.
Chapter 13
Bryson
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I wasn’t kidding when I told Lillian she was refreshing. She’s fucking adorable, and I’ve never been attracted to adorable before. I’m thirty-five years old. I never expected to be standing in a fetish shop with a woman fourteen years my junior explaining the differences between vibrators.
I never expected to be wrapped around someone this naïve in my lifetime. It never happened even when I was her age. I’ve never had sex with a virgin, not even when I was a virgin.
There is very little chance that I’ve ever had sex with someone who didn’t know her way around her body so confidently that she could direct me to get her off.
Lillian, though… I can’t keep my hands off her. I can’t keep her out of my mind. I tossed and turned half the night, thinking about her.
It’s not purely sexual, either. I genuinely like her. She makes me smile. She makes me laugh. This woman is bright and intelligent. I want to spend every minute with her, and that’s scaring the fuck out of me.
What I don’t want to do is hurt her. I’ll never forgive myself if this goes south and she ends up crying on Camden’s shoulder. I know he mentioned that possibility and promised me he would be there for her, but the idea makes me flinch.
I end up putting the two toys back on the shelf and grabbing unopened boxes of both plus two others. “Let’s put these on the counter and explore the rest of the store.”
“Four?” she hisses. “I don’t need four vibrators, Bryson.”
“You don’t think that’s enough?” I tease. “I can pick up a few more if you’d like.”
“Don’t you dare.” She grabs my hand and yanks me away from this section.
Belinda is serving another customer at the check out, but she nods toward us as I set our selections on the other end of the counter before taking Lillian’s hand to guide her toward the BDSM equipment.
She says nothing as I wrap my arms around her from behind, lean toward her ear again, and start explaining everything in front of us. It’s a wall of floggers, paddles, whips, crops, canes, and more.
Her heart is racing.
“I’m not telling you all this because I think you should try it. I doubt you’ll ever want to, sweet girl. I’m simply educating you.”
“Do you own all this stuff?”
“Yes, most of it. I have a large duffel I take to the club that has the toys I prefer to play with. It’s always better to have my own with me so that I know how they feel in my hand. The slightest nuances between one whip and another can make a world of difference if you’re on the receiving end and I strike from too close or too far or even too hard.”
“I see,” she murmurs. This section is not for her. She’s hesitant and freaking out a bit, based on how hard her hands are shaking and how pale her face is.
I move on to bondage equipment.
“What’s that?” she asks, pointing toward a display.
“It’s a harness. A lot of submissives like to be strapped into one. It’s sort of like a swing. It can be adjusted to hold your legs pressed together or force them wide apart.”
