playthings for the weekend.”
She glanced at the bag on the table and did a double-take. “My God, Ron, how many adult toys does it take to fill a bag that size?” She grinned up at him and performed a suggestive eyebrow jiggle. “Is there something in there I can use on you—like fur-lined handcuffs?”
He chuckled, loving her willingness to explore new sexual experiences. “The sales girl knows me by name now. I think we ought to buy stock in the company if we keep giving them so much business.”
“Hey, the clerk at the grocery store is starting to give me the fish-eye, thanks to the number of batteries I buy—particularly those tiny ones that fit in the finger massager.”
That little vibrator was a favorite of his. It slipped over his index finger, and he could press it to Cara’s clitoris when he took her from behind. Just thinking of the last time they’d used the thing had his body rising to the occasion.
Cara noticed and rubbed her fingers down his awakening cock. It felt great even through his jeans. She wet her lips, desire clear as crystal on her face. “Looks like dinner will have to wait.”
“We can have dessert first,” he offered. “I bought a jumbo jar of edible body paint—the dark chocolate variety because you can never have enough antioxidants.”
Grinning, she tugged his head down for a kiss, which turned hot and desperate almost immediately. God help him, he’d never get enough of her.
Charlie sighed, apparently used to the lovebirds’ amorous activities. He trotted into the living room and settled down to gnaw on a rawhide strip.
Ron broke the kiss, then picked up the Forbidden Pleasures bag and pulled Cara toward the bedroom. Once there, he dropped the bag on his king-sized bed. “Do you think body paint will clog the whirlpool jets?”
She laughed. “If it does, you’re explaining it to the repairman.”
He toed off his sneakers and kicked them under the bed. They’d settled into a domestic situation that could be described as “messily comfortable.” Each accepted the other as they really were, not playing any games except their sensual ones.
She stepped closer to the bed. “What else do you have in that bag?”
“Something leather, a little latex, and some silicone toys with multiple speeds.” He watched her expression light up at the thought of the veritable sex toy smorgasbord. Knowing his lusty lover, she’d also get off on the paddle and the nipple clamps he’d bought.
He dragged his polo shirt over his head and tossed it on the chair in the corner. “There’s also a sexy nurse uniform.”
Cara gasped, her eyes shining with excitement. Role-playing was something she’d wanted to try, and he was more than willing to accommodate her. He’d particularly enjoyed the naughty schoolgirl-stern schoolmaster scene they’d played out the night before. He’d never look at a wooden ruler the same way again. And as for her nurse-patient fantasy, frankly he couldn’t wait to see her in the tight, mini-skirted outfit.
He pulled off his jeans, boxers, and socks, his body thrumming under her appreciative stare. She’d shown him in so many ways how much she loved his body, and he’d enjoyed worshipping hers as well.
Striding up to him, she grasped his cock in her hand, knowing the exact amount of pressure he liked. “Nurse Cara is concerned about this swelling you’re experiencing. Maybe you should lay down and let me examine you. I have a unique way of taking your temperature.” She licked her lips and he almost swallowed his tongue.
Ron lifted her left hand to his lips and kissed the engagement ring he’d placed on her finger the weekend before. Life with this woman would never be boring. Forbidden Pleasures had a white satin garter belt and fishnet stockings that would be perfect under her wedding dress. And they were arranging a honeymoon at Eden Bay, a notoriously hedonistic and clothing optional Caribbean resort.
But that was months in the future.