Page 163 of Captivated By Danger

“You’re getting such a hard-on for me spending your money.”

“I love when you use me.” I took a swig of my wine.

“You are so disgusting. Wait. So, you get every notification?”

“Every last one of them.”

“So...” she paused, rubbing her lips together.

“Uh-huh. I saw it. Tell me what you bought.”

I wasn’t going to say anything about her taking her ass down to the sex store.

“It’s not itemized?”

“Not if I don’t want it to be, but I’d be happy if you told me what you bought.”

She cleared her throat. “Clamps.”

My eyebrows raised. “That’s it?”

“A mold kit.”

My eyebrows went up. “A mold kit?”

“You know what a mold kit is. Don’t even.”

“Let’s say I didn’t know.”

“A mold kit for your dick.”

“And you think I would just let you mold my dick when you can have the real thing whenever you want?”

“Absolutely.”

“You think you run me, don’t you?”

“I know I do.”

Our bickering was turning me on.

“Is that it?”

“And anal beads.” She shifted in her seat. “It was hell getting them all in, but I managed.”

I swallowed hard, nearly choking. “Grey.”

She looked at the waitress and smiled. “Everything smells so delicious.”

The waitress set our food in the middle of the table and left.

“I’m about to go to the bathroom,” she announced and stood up.

When she walked by me, I caught her wrist and brought her down to me.

“Bring me those panties when you come back.”

She gasped. “What. That is not going to be comfortable in jean material.”

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