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Her lips parted as she sucked in a deep, shuddery breath. She obviously hadn’t expected that, hadn’t been prepared for him to answer with blatant honesty. Even from several feet away, he could see the goose bumps on her chest, and the sudden jut of her nipples against her tight blue T-shirt.
“No,” she finally answered. “I, uh…don’t try everything we sell in the store.”
His stare shifted to the huge dildo.
She shook her head slowly, as if dazed.
He reached over and picked up a pair of handcuffs from a pile on a nearby shelf. Remembering their conversation from yesterday, he asked, “What about these?”
She shook her head again.
“Just as well,” he murmured as he put them back. “They’ll chafe your pretty wrists when you thrash around on the bed.”
He wasn’t speaking in general terms. And felt sure she knew it. This wasn’t an if conversation—it was a when.
The inside of the store began to feel steamy hot.
“We do sell faux-fur-lined ones,” she admitted, her voice shaky and breathless.
Did she even know she’d issued him a blatant invitation? Of course she knew. This was Kate, after all.
“What have you tried?” he asked, unable to stop this sensual self-torture. “I know you’ve got your little finger vibrator. But what else can you personally recommend for your shoppers…based on your own experience?”
She hesitated.
“Come on, Kate,” he said as he stepped closer and dropped his voice to a whisper. “Show me your wares.”
He wondered if she’d leave, if she’d back away from the sultry atmosphere into which they’d once again fallen together.
He should have known better.
“There’s a nifty vibrating tongue…”
He groaned softly.
“It’s not wet enough, though,” she continued slowly, obviously knowing full well what she was doing to him. “Not like a real one. But powerful. It doesn’t get tired, doesn’t veer off at the last second and ruin everything just before climax.”
Neither had he. Not that he reminded her of that.
“What else do you like? Any other replicas of body parts?”
She shook her head. “Not really. My favorite thing we sell is probably the lingerie. My partner has real talent. Bare Essentials goes well beyond your average teddies, thongs and push-up bras.”
He managed not to come in his pants at the image of Kate in any or all of these seductive items. “Oh?”
Nodding, she pointed to a stack of folded cloth. She picked up something off the top and shook it out. It took him a moment to realize what it was. “Crotchless tights?”
“A big hit in Chicago in the winter. It’s too cold for thigh-highs, or even regular panty hose. And, for some reason, men seem to get off on women in tights.” She shrugged. “I think it’s the same reason men like blondes on trampolines.”
He understood. “Or cheerleaders. It reminds them of that whole teenage thing where boys are one six-foot-tall pile of testosterone and the girls know it.”
She laughed.
“So, do you wear them?”
She gave him a coy look out of the corner of her eye. “Maybe. Most women who do like the naughtiness of it. They like knowing that even if it’s twenty degrees outside, they can go for something outrageous in the back of a limo if the right man happens to be around.”
His smile tightened. “Speaking from experience?”
She didn’t try to lie. “No.” Raising her hands, palms up, she shrugged. “What can I say? I live a pretty boring life in Chicago, in spite of being the sex toy queen of Michigan Avenue.”
He was damn glad of that. He hated even thinking of Kate with another man. His own possessiveness surprised him. Jack had been involved in enough casual relationships to know women had as much sexual drive as men. Where they chose to fill that need had never been any of his business, once they’d left his bed.
Kate was a different story. He had a feeling he could get damn near violent thinking of her with anyone else.
Which completely floored him.
“There are some pieces of lingerie I’ve used.” She bent at the knee, almost kneeling at his feet. Looking down, seeing the top of her head about level with his groin, Jack had to fist his hands to try to gain control.
