“Maybe we could go together.”
I let a long beat pass, giving herallthe opportunity to read between the lines. When her brows knit together, I knew she might need something more direct.
“Did you buy a toy during any of those visits?”
“Oh.” She sat back against her mountain of pillows. “Yes.”
“More than one?”
“Yes.”
Yes.
Just that, nothing more, nothing less. Like we were talking about whether she owned a slow cooker.
I wet my lips. “Tell me more.”
“They’re . . . useful.”
“Useful,” I echoed, fighting a smile. “What kind do you have?”
She opened her mouth like she was about to give me a detailed product comparison chart.
“On second thought,” I said slowly, lowering my voice. “What would you say to a little show-and-tell?”
She blinked. “You want to see my toy drawer?”
An entire drawer.Fuck.Leave it to my girl to go the extra mile with her sexual education.
This was going to be fun.
I shifted, the ice packs sliding a little. “Fuck yeah, I do. I want to see what you like when you get yourself off.”
Her cheeks went pink. Her eyes widened incrementally.
Fucking beautiful.
“I—” She pushed her hair behind her ear again, flustered. “Are you saying you want to have phone sex?”
“Yeah,” I murmured.
“Right now?”
“Preferably.”
Her breath caught, sugar-sweet and startled. “Oh my god. I can’t believe I didn’t realize that’s what you were hinting at.”
“That’s probably my fault for trying to be subtle.”
“I’m really bad at subtle.”
“But you’re fucking perfect at honest,” I said warmly. “So be honest, Bella. Do you want to get off with me?”
She swallowed, her gaze flicking down as if her body answered before her mouth did. “Yes,” she whispered. “I— I want that.”
My heart thudded once, deep. “Good girl,” I said. “Go get your favorite toy. We’ll save the rest of the drawer for next time.”
She hesitated, cheeks flaming. “Bennett—”
