Who wants to suck on that combo?
“Jumpy Jade.” His boots scuff the floor as he steps further inside, like he belongs here, comfortable, at home, knowing exactly what he wants.
Smirking.
Cocky.
Trouble in faded jeans and a leather jacket that fits just right.
A guy who flirts like breathing and has the kind of eyes that make girls do dumb things.
Could I do dumb things with him?
“Not that I blame you after last night.” There’s a flash of empathy in his eyes.
It’s rare. I’m sure no one in town has ever seen it.
“I didn’t have a chance to properly thank you for your help.”
He shakes his head, the brim of his Stetson curling enough to make him look like trouble. “You don’t have to thank me. Wasn’t looking for a pat on the back. Just glad you’re alright.”
“I am.”
He nods. “Good.” He sucks in a breath. “I haven’t seen you in here before.” His voice veers to smoothness, laced with a hint of amusement.
He picks up a pack of cotton candy bacon condoms without even giving the shelf much of a glance.
The man knows exactly what he likes.
And doesn’t.
He’s experienced, and that’s what I need.
“I don’t make this a regular stop.” I try to sound breezy, but my voice catches halfway through. “First time. Just browsing.”
It’s dark in here, with low lighting, and everything is black and red, like the inside of my guilty conscience.
His brows rise. “First time, huh? What’re you looking for?”
He leans against the wall, his weight casual, and his eyes assessing me like I’m a puzzle he’s eager to solve.
I don’t like it, but I didn’t come here to walk away empty-handed.
“You offering to be my adult toy guide?”
“If you require one.”
“Actually.” My voice is steady despite the turmoil in my chest, “I could use some advice on what to get.”
He straightens, clearly in his element now. His confidence borders on arrogance.
“I’ve trained for this moment my whole life.”
I snort.
“It’s not for me.”
“Of course, not.” He winks.
