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“Well, aren’t you a curious cat.” She snickers. “Before we venture there, how about you start out here. While we wait on the pizza you have free reign to choose three items. If you have any questions, just ask. You shop while I do some paperwork.”
Shaking my head, I stare at her for a few moments, then walk away to peruse the vicinity. The ceilings are high and she has stunning black and white pictures of women in a variety of poses both alone and with partners in gold frames. I’m drawn to one where the woman is wearing strands of pearls that cover most of her upper body, as she lays on a bed with messy sheets.
Blood begins pumping harder in my body and I notice my hands are trembling. My breath hitches and my whole body warms. It’s probably from my hunger, but there is something so sensual about the woman's position. Her face tells me that she’s comfortable with her partner and totally turned on.
That’s what I want—a man who sees me as his lover, not as a piece of ass that he’s going to hit and quit. A beautiful nude and black strappy thong catches my eye and I stop to pick it up. The straps feel a bit like elastic but aren’t as garish as what you’d think. The asymmetrical style meets at the top of the nude panel of material. Turning it around the pattern repeats in the back. It’s stunning, but I’m not one for wearing a piece of dental floss up my ass crack. I want something that is going to cover all my junk and make me feel comfortable.
Henley pipes up. “Don’t discount it just because it’s a thong. They’re actually super comfortable.”
My lips are pursed and I shake my head at her. Damn that woman for reading my thoughts. At that moment, I decide they’ll be my first choice. What next?
Taking my time, I walk around the store looking at all the things—some beautiful, some extravagant, and some downright scary. But hey, who am I to judge what makes people happy?
The moment I see the display of condoms, I decide they will be item number two. What else says “yes, I want have sex with you” without being totally crass? Add in that I don’t and have never had sex without one, yep, this works.
The Magnum Ecstasy sounds like the perfect choice . . . unless Xan uses his big personality to compensate for his teeny weenie. I giggle at the thought.
A loud knock on the door interrupts my musings and I nearly run to open it, but Henley gets there before I do. The man hands over two pizza boxes and a six-pack of Goose Island Lemonade Shandy and I walk to the bathroom in her office to get napkins.
She sets everything down on the coffee table in her office and I flop onto the grey velvet sofa. My body relaxes as it hits the cushions that are the perfect balance of firm and soft. I let out a loud sigh, and Henley hands me a piece of the ooey, gooey, meaty pizza before I fall fast asleep.
“Oooh,” I moan before I take the first bite of my pizza. Saucy is one of my favorite places when I come to town.
“You should be glad that Xan isn’t here while you eat that. He’d pull you over his knees and spank your ass.” She takes a bite and her eyes roll back in her head from the deliciousness.
“Whatever,” I say, exasperation laced in my tone. “There is no way in hell he’s going to be spanking me. I haven’t been spanked since I was a child and I’m not about to begin now.”
I ignore Hen and savor every bite of my pizza. The balance of herbs, tomatoes, and meat hold up to the yeasty dough I’ve often dreamed about. No place does it like Saucy Pie.
“Are you finished yet?” Henley asks me after I eat two slices of pizza and drink a beer.
“Yeah,” I respond, patting my belly. I’ve eaten so much I can’t eat one more bite, but I’m not going to leave here without dessert. “What are we doing now?”
I don’t want to do anything else tonight except a bath and snuggles with Mr. Big.
“Well . . .,” she begins.
Shit. I know she’s going to say something I don’t want to hear and I’m counting down to when I don’t have to move my body any more or even think.
“Just spit it out,” I demand, my words are as short as my temper.
Then someone bangs on the door. My stomach tightens and I clench my hands into fists.
“I’ll get it.” Hen jumps up and smiles before running to the front of the store and opening the door.
“Welcome to The Hen House.” I hear her say. “She’s in the back. I’ll be here if you need anything.”
Five seconds later, Xan walks in. Our eyes meet and I look him up and down. His devastatingly irresistible grin creates a carnal need that I’m not used to. Suddenly my stomach is no longer aching and has dancing butterflies in it, while my body flushes with desire.
Chapter 11
Xan
HONESTY IS THE ONLY POLICY
“Are you ready to do your final shopping of the night?” I ask her. I can tell by the way she’s lounging on the couch that she is both turned on and exhausted. She groans and my dick hardens in my pants. This woman is practically begging to be fucked and she doesn’t even realize it.
Her voice is fragile as she speaks. “Do we have to? I can’t think anymore and I just want to go to bed.”
