Page 59 of The P Arrangement

“Of course,” I said, taking the ring box and putting it in my pocket.

She went to put the drawer back and frowned.

“What’s missing?”

There was a pile of cords sitting at the bottom, so I guessed she had kept a tablet or an e-reader in there.

“They took my vibrators.” She blinked a couple of times. “All of them.”

“All of them? How many did you have?” I asked in shock.

“I don’t know. A few.” She shuddered. “That is so gross. What do you think they’re going to do with those?”

I didn’t want to think about it, but I hoped they would try to sell them. I didn’t want to consider the alternative. “They’re probably—”

She held up her hand. “I don’t want to know. It creeps me out to even think about it.”

She put the drawer back, and I helped her stand.

Pulling her close, I wrapped her in my arms. “I’m so sorry this happened to you.”

“Thanks, Pres.”

“And I’m sure the insurance company will be happy to reimburse you for all your purchases.” I had to chuckle, picturing the insurance agent going through Delaney’s itemized list. “But you know, as long as I’m around, you don’t need any toys.”

“You’re pretty sure of yourself.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Who makes you come harder? Your vibrators or me?”

“You,” she answered reluctantly. “But don’t let it go to your head.”

“I won’t. I already knew the answer. I just wanted you to admit it.”

She chuckled. “You’re horrible.”

“Nah. I was just trying to get you to smile.” Kissing her forehead, I squeezed her sides. “If you want to buy a duplicate of every single one of your toys that you lost, I won’t judge. And who says you have to use them alone?” Putting a finger under her chin, I lifted her face to mine. “But for the record, I would rather come inside you than anywhere else, every time.”

She closed her eyes, and I brushed my lips over hers just as we heard a knock downstairs.

Faintly, we made out, “Police,” from the other side of the door.

“Let’s go down there and make your report,” I said.

* * *

Delaney managed to answer all the detectives’ questions after she ran through our day and what she’d come home to.

“There have been a few burglaries in the area. I’m guessing the thieves figured out no one was home,” one of the detectives said. She was the older of the two and seemed to have more experience under her belt than her partner, who had newbie written all over him.

Delaney sighed. “Yeah. My house was prime pickings for them.”

“You couldn’t have known, Mrs. St. James,” the young newbie said.

“Judge,” I corrected from my spot against the wall.

“Huh?” Detective Newbie said.

“She’s not Mrs. St. James. You are speaking to Judge St. James.”

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