Nathan turned it over, looked at the crystals, ran his thumb across the base.
“How about that one?”Kelsey suggested, releasing his arm so she could point out a smaller one.
“Gwyneth, show us the one with the purple base,” he said.
The woman pulled it out.It was at least half as big again as the one he was holding.
Kelsey shivered and quickly said, “Uhm…the hot pink one is great.I like it.A lot.”
“I figured you’d see it my way.”He gave her a quick smile, indicating he’d outmaneuvered her.“We’ll take it.”
Not even trying to hide her smile, Gwyneth returned the larger one to the case and slid the other into a black velveteen bag.“Anything else?”she inquired.
“A thong,” he replied.
“I have underwear,” Kelsey protested.
He ignored her as if she’d never spoken.“The skimpiest, laciest, indecentest.”
Kelsey scowled at him.“That’s not a word.”
“She knows what I mean.”
“I do,” Gwyneth said, coming out from behind the counter again.
“Why do I need another thong?”she asked him when they were alone.
“Club rules.Your pussy needs to be covered.”
“Are you pushing the limits, Mr.Donovan?”
“Perhaps,” he said.
Gwyneth returned with a pair and showed them to him.
“I’ve seen bandages are bigger than that,” Kelsey protested.
“I think that’s what he was going for.”Gwyneth smiled.
“Did you see the price tag on them?”Kelsey demanded, scowling at him.
“No.”
Since he seemed unconcerned, she shut up.If he wanted to spend his money on her lingerie, why should she stop him?
Within five minutes, he’d paid the bill and they had left the shop.
By agreement, they walked down the street until they found a small bar that specialized in pub foods.They each ordered a hamburger and shared a basket of French fries.
“Not too concerned with what Julien Bonds might have to say about your food choices?”she asked.
“I intend to get plenty of exercise when we’re back at your condo.And I want to put that plug up your ass.”
Chapter Fourteen
Inside her condo, Nathan placed her overnight bag on the bed next to the large, decorative one from Gwyneth’s shop then pulled out the butt plug.
“I’m still having doubts,” she said, her gaze riveted on the glass rather than him.
