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He easily grabs it, setting it down near my feet. “I can get them if you tell me where they are,” he offers, and I huff a laugh.
“Nosy bitch. But sure. They’re in that drawer.”
I watch as he pulls it open and lets out a laugh. “Oh honey, you weren’t joking. You can barely open this it’s so full.”
“Like I said, lonely. Plus, you never know what you want when you want it. Or need it.”
He holds up a large pink cock with a knot at the end. “I feel inadequate.”
“Don’t. The knot isn’t that great. I like regular dicks.”
“Should I bring it?”
“God yes. I don’t want that man downstairs judging me over it.”
I gasp and then rush into the bathroom, making sure to grab the Fleshlight I have hidden in a drawer near the shower. For desperate times, which, if this thing with Thorne is real, I might never have again.
I finish packing all my clothes and toiletries while Thorne goes through each dildo with fascination. I do have quite the collection. He particularly likes the anal bead one.
“Where did you get all of these?” he asks as he zips the suitcase up.
“Oh, well, I interpreted quite a few sex conventions. They always had the best stuff.”
“That where you got the lube?”
“Yep. They’re so creative.”
I wheel my suitcase to the top of the stairs, and Thorne picks it up and carries it down. The man with the receding hairline eyes us as we move toward the front door.
“Do I need to check those bags? You’re not carrying out evidence, are you?”
Thorne rolls his eyes. “You know you can’t do that. And plus, you don’t wanna know what’s in this one.” He points to the small suitcase in his hand, and my eyes widen, my cheeks stained red.
“Let me guess, sex toys?” the man says, and I gasp. He must have some kind of X-ray vision behind those beady eyes.
“How did you know?” I ask, and the man’s lips twitch.
“Heard Logasson upstairs asking about them. I might be old and bald, but I have the hearing of a hawk.”
“Oh my god,” I groan. I guess it’s easy to forget that my boyfriend is Hard of Hearing and can’t hear his own voice very well, and I’m used to it being loud.
I grab Thorne’s hand and yank him toward the front door, not sure if I should laugh or cry. Thorne tumbles after me, and he lets out a small laugh as we walk to his car. He opens the trunk to put the suitcases inside, and I can hear the dildos rattling around.
“Don’t worry about that guy. He obviously has a sense of humor. You have to when you work scenes like this.”
“He heard all about my dildos. You were talking too loud.”
“I was talking normal. He must really have the ears of a hawk.”
“I didn’t even know hawks had ears. Don’t they just have really good eyesight?”
Thorne shrugs as he opens the passenger-side door. “Doesn’t matter. Just get in. We’ll relax in the hotel. And Leaf…” I peer up at him and see the intent behind his eyes. “I’m going to try every single dildo on you over the next four days.”
The door shuts, and I let out a groan, adjusting my hardening cock at the thought.
I may not survive the next four days.
The hotel room is lush and completely extravagant. I cannot believe Thom paid for this. I hope the investigators find some cash and I can pay him back. But that thought slips from my mind when Thorne places the suitcase of dildos on the bed and opens it.
