“Nope, it’s a surprise.” He grasped her hand and tugged her past three shops. He stopped in front of a lingerie shop. “In here.”
A surprised laugh erupted from her. “A lingerie shop? I don’t believe you. Most men run a mile when it comes to women’s undergarments.”
He dragged her inside. “I’m not most men.” He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “We will buy you some lacey bits of nothing. Special panties for spankings.”
Her heart stalled before kicking into a racy beat. “Spanking lingerie?”
“That’s right.” He stopped by a stand with boy-leg panties in a range of colors and fingered the navy blue cotton of the nearest pair. “So if I email or ring you and say wear the navy blue ones, it means you should wear a short skirt that I can flip up easily to spank your bottom.”
Maggie blinked, fire swarming through her body to settle low between her legs. “And if I wore a silky pair like this?”
“If you were wearing those ones, I’ll leave them on. They’re thin and you’ll feel every swat through the material.”
“And these ones?” She pointed to a pair of granny pants in a delicate pink.
“I think those would be perfect to wear under a school uniform.”
“Some role-playing?” she whispered, because an assistant was heading their way.
“Yeah, what do you think? We could spice things up a little. I enjoyed the story telling we did while we were on Waiheke.”
Her every fantasy coming true. That’s what she thought. “You’re the boss.”
“Does that worry you?” he asked, his blue eyes full of questions.
“I’m not doing anything against my will.”
The shop assistant strutted up to them. “Can I help you?” Her eyes scanned Maggie before zeroing in on Connor. “I’d love to show you our latest arrivals.”
“Thanks, but we’re good.” Connor waited until she walked away before turning his attention to Maggie. “Do you see anything you like?”
Maggie didn’t hesitate. “You choose for me and I’ll pick the sizes.”
“Done deal,” Connor said. “I’ve never been in a lingerie shop before. Do I get to watch you try them on? I’ve heard rumors about people doing it in the changing rooms.” He waggled his eyebrows, watching her closely.
Maggie giggled. “With eagle-eye shop assistant watching us? Listening? I don’t think so.”
“So you’ve never considered letting someone watch you?”
“Have you?” Maggie stroked the silk of an almost transparent pair of violet panties and glanced over her shoulder. “You’ve done it,” she said flatly, disappointment surging through her because she wanted to be the one who experienced firsts with him. Ridiculous, really, since she knew there were lots of women before her. Neither of them was inexperienced when it came to sex.
“I went to a party with some friends a few years ago. We drank a lot. The party lasted the entire weekend, and there was lots of sex.” He didn’t evade the silent questions in her eyes.
Her eyes teared up and, blinking, she turned away to concentrate on the matching violet bra. If she didn’t quit with her possessiveness, she’d lose him, the tenuous ties they had with their fuck buddy arrangement.
Connor grabbed several items and said to the shop assistant, “We’ll try on these.”
“Call me if you require any help,” the woman said.
With a curt nod, he grabbed Maggie by the hand and dragged her toward the changing rooms. A grandmother-type eyed them before shutting the door on her cubicle. Not private, but it would have to do. Connor opened the door of the end cubicle and pushed Maggie inside. He followed, closing the door on both of them and locking it.
Setting the lingerie aside, he dragged Maggie into his arms and held her quivering body. He ached to tell her how he felt, but he didn’t think she was ready for the truth yet, not with so many half-truths between them.
“I’m not seeing anyone apart from you, Maggie. I haven’t found anyone who matches up to you.” She was the only one for him. Not even her need for a little kink scared him off now.
“But I’m not blonde. I’m not even tall,” she mumbled.
“You’re intelligent and caring. And you have the sexiest curves this side of the Bombay Hills.”
