“What about these?” I pulled up the underwear I’d seen when I’d logged on to the website.
She stared for a few moments. “Are they panties you put a dildo in?”
We both took in the sexy black underwear that had a discreet panel with a circular hole that you could slip your toy inside.
“You like those more?”
Biting down on her bottom lip, her ocean-green eyes turned stormy, and she nodded.
I clicked to add it to the basket. “Right, do we want a three, five, or seven-inch addition for it?”
She giggled. “What do you want?”
“Three feels like a cop out. What about we get the five and the seven and start with the smaller one?”
Silence filled the room before Fern burst into fits of laughter. “Never, in all my life, did I think I would be sitting next to my boyfriend choosing sex toys, especially toys that meant I could take him up the ass.”
I wiggled my eyebrows. “Don’t let anyone say there’s a dull day around me.”
“Never, Myth Maker.”
And with that, I added them to the basket along with two plugs and a couple of other things I'd sneaked in before I clicked the ‘buy now’ button and closed the laptop.
“Right, shall we eat, and then we should probably have sex again?”
She quirked her brow. “Really?”
“I think I mentioned that I’m owed at least thirty orgasms this weekend.”
She rolled her eyes and did a dramatic fake sigh. “Fine, if we have to.”
Fern
“How’s Neo doing?” Charlie yelled from the bathroom as I got dressed.
“He’s doing better mentally, I think. Well, Aaron says he is, although he hasn’t left his side for a second, so I think he’s still worried. He’s scheduled in for surgery in a couple of weeks once they’re sure he could cope if things don’t go to plan.”
“Shall we go see him once he gets the okay from the doctor?”
“I think that’s a great idea, but you know, him not being able to walk afterward is a real possibility?”
“He’ll be fine. He survived on that island for a reason and it wasn’t to be in pain for the rest of his life or get paralyzed by an operation.”
I slipped my feet into my heels. “Your optimism is annoying, do you know that?”
“So I’ve been told, but you know I’m right—Jesus, woman, what are you wearing?” He groaned as he walked into the bedroom, fresh from the shower.
I glanced at myself in the mirror, taking in my silver hair, set in soft waves, my light make up, down to my leather leggings and white shirt over a black bra. Pulling on my fitted black blazer, I smiled. I looked so different from the seventeen-year-old girl who left her parents’ house. Shit, I looked different from the assistant who got promoted just before Christmas.
“You don’t like?” I teased, watching Charlie stalk toward me.
“Oh, I like, Princess. What I don’t like is you’re leaving me here all day while you look as hot as you do.”
“Ah well, I would suggest you come with me, but I know you avoid the building like the plague. Right, come kiss me because I’ve got a label to run.”
Charlie pulled me toward him and kissed me so hard it stole the air from my lungs.
“I have to go,” I mumbled against his lips. He gave me that wide eyed look that hit me right in the heart. “I’ll call you later and I’ll see you tonight.”
