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I glance at him. “My wish didn’t say anything about tools.”

“I’m making it my own.” He leans a hip on the counter. “You got to be the boss last time, princess, and I loved every second. Today I want to see if you like my side of the game as much as I liked yours.”

A slow smile spreads across my face.

“Points for improvisation.” I pause. “Those aren’t… used, are they?”

Cole grimaces. “Please, Margo. They’re fresh out of the package. Bought for you specifically.”

“Seems like a lot of toys for one wish.”

“Wanted to be prepared.”

I walk up to the counter, unzipping the bag and looking at what’s inside.

I pick up a plug with a flared base. “Is this a⁠—”

“Butt plug? Yes.”

“You’re not using that today,” I say flatly.

He smirks. “Didn’t plan on it. Like I said, I wanted to be prepared.”

I turn it around in my hand, idly fascinated. Bryan had never been interested in the back door, always thought it was gross. He hadn’t even gone down on me more than once or twice in the whole time we were together.

I place it back down.

Cole reaches his hand in, brushing my fingers as he grabs what appears to be some kind of wand.

“Hop up on the counter. Time to start work.”

His words are low, commanding and somehow predatory, and my throat works as I swallow hard.

I start to hop up on the counter and Cole grabs my hip in his hand, stopping me.

“Take off those panties, first,” he murmurs, and heat rushes through me, settling in a knot in my lower abdomen.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Cole hisses in a breath, and I fight a smile, sliding my black panties down my thighs and letting them pool on the floor. I’m wearing thigh-high socks and a sweater dress, my common attire for baking in the cooler months.

I hate pants. They feel like leg prisons.

Cole releases me and I hop up on the counter, right next to the first tray of cupcakes to frost.

I pick up the piping bag and Cole places the wand down on the counter next to me.

I look up at him through my eyelashes.

“Thought you were improvising.”

“Be patient, princess. First I want to see how long you last without it. Start frosting.”

His hands settle on my thighs, sliding up them and bunching my dress around my hips so that my bare ass sits on the metal counter.

“This can’t be sanitary,” I breathe, feeling myself grow wet just from his hands on me.

Cole grins. “Health inspector isn’t invited, princess. Neither are Marcus and Gabe. Stop stalling and frost.”