I scoffed. “Are you asking if I’m thinking of every way I want you?”
“Are you?”
“It’s certainly possible that I was planning to dig into my toy collection tonight with the thought of you on my mind,” I admitted.
“You have a toy collection?”
“Well, my fiancé is out of town a lot. So, what do you think?” I asked as my heart began to speed up.
“Like a sex toy collection?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“When you say collection….”
“I don’t mean just a couple,” I said. “I mean, quite a few. I like exploring.” I chewed on my bottom lip as a thought came to mind, restlessness suddenly in my veins. “Do you want to see them?”
Gavin’s tongue swiped across his lips as he shifted in his seat. “You’re going to show me your toys?”
“Does it make you feel inadequate when your partner has them?”
“No,” he said. “Toys are fun. What does your fiancé think about them?”
“He only knows about one,” I said. “He’s a bit intimidated.”
“Really,” Gavin said, and I glared at the smug smile on his lips. “So, he hasn’t used them on you?”
“Unfortunately not. Which is a shame. I think partner play is fun.”
I could see the fantasy in his eyes—using a toy on me while he tortured me in his own way. I sucked my bottom lip behind my teeth, waiting on his response.
“Show me,” he finally said.
I picked up the computer too eagerly and trotted to the bedroom in too much of a rush, though Gavin only responded to my eagerness with a broader smirk.
I set the computer on the bed and pointed it toward me as I opened my dresser drawer.
“Fuck, what kind of shorts are you wearing?” he asked.
I looked down, realizing I was wearing the shortest pajama shorts I owned, and the curve of my ass was probably hanging out of the back.
“Ah… I don’t remember the brand. Why?”
“I was going to invest my entire life’s savings in them,” he said, still looking at my legs. “Fucking Styx, Chloe. You know what your thighs do to me.”
I snorted but slapped one of my thighs and then grabbed it, teasingly indenting my fingers in my skin. “Would you like me to put on something less distracting for you?”
“Gods no,” he said. “But if you turn around and find me with my dick out—“
“Gavin, I’m about to show you my sex toy collection,” I said, tilting my head. “What do you think we’re doing here?”
His smile slipped, quickly replaced with an eagerness I craved, and he sipped his beer. “You tell me.”
My mouth flinched like it might curve upward, but I turned back to the drawer, hiding my blushing face with my hair, and laid each of my toys on the bed.
I had a few different kinds—vibrators, dildos, one grinder, and a few eclectic ones that I’d bought purely out of curiosity.
“Is that a tentacle?” Gavin asked.
