“Anything else?” he asked, clearly pecking around for mention of his delivery.
“That covers it,” I said, propping the phone up against a pillow beside me. “I want to hear about your stuff now. What did you do today?”
He ran a hand through his hair as he let out a dry laugh. “I sent you something.”
“Oh, yeah, that.” I bobbed my head. “It was delivered this afternoon.”
“I’m aware of that.”
“Hmm.” I grinned, prodding him to continue.
He stared at me for a long moment. “I was notified the minute you received it. I’ve spent the past”—he turned his wrist to catch the time—“six hours thinking about you opening that package.” His voice was suddenly low, rougher. I realized I’d pressed my thighs together and balled my fingers in the sheets at some point. “Tell me what you think of your new toys, wife.”
“I think you’re a little unhinged with all this,” I said.
“Unhingedis having a vibrator confiscated by the air marshals.” He stared at me, my shadowy room to the midnight quiet of his suite. “Do you have a favorite?”
“You can’t possibly think I dropped everything to try them all out. Just one after the other, all day long. Nothing but me and my new toys.” I stared at him for a moment, basking in this opportunity to torture him. “Or is that exactly what you’re thinking?”
He tipped his head back against the chair, the long line of his throat exposed and his lips parted. “Em.”
I wanted to climb into his lap and lick my way up that neck. “Yes?”
“Tell me.” His groan echoed so loud, I almost believed he was in the room with me.“Please.I’m dying here.”
I climbed out from under the covers and dragged the box closer. I turned the screen to give him a look. “I was too busy organizing these items to try them out. And learning what half of them are,” I added.
“Then you should explore,” he growled.
I laughed. “What?”
“Pick one and give it a try,” he said, his words clipped, “while I listen.”
Another laugh. This one felt like a crumpled ball of tinfoil. “I…I’m not sure I can.”
“I know you can.”
I waved a hand at the box. “These things haven’t been charged.”
He shook his head, giving me a sharp smile that felt like his fingertips running down my spine. “Baby, did you think I’d send you toys only to have you wait to use them until they’re charged? Fuck no. I wanted you to be able to play.”
“Then how—” I didn’t finish that sentence. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know how that worked.
“White glove service,” he said as if that explained everything.
“What if Ines comes home?” I asked, suddenly breathless. She divided her time between work, kung-fu, and Jakobi, but I didn’t want to bet on that. “She could walk in.”
“Explain to me then how you managed to get yourself off once a day without Ines interrupting any of those times,” he said. “And in that postage stamp of an apartment.”
“I don’t know how it worked, Ryan,” I snapped, all out of patience. “I just know that it did.”
He arched a brow, gazing at me in challenge for a moment before saying, “The purple one? With the curved end? I think you might like that.”
It wasexactlylike the toy I’d lost. As I turned the package over, I realized it was much better than my old toy. All of these were. No random vibes from Amazon that didn’t hold a charge and would consistently die at the most crucial moments. These were ultra-premium sex toys, just like Jamie said. I was pretty sure one of those plugs was solid platinum.
“What are you thinking, Em?”
I made a vague noise while I sifted through the toys. “Did you pick all of these out? By yourself? Or did you put an assistant on the job?”
