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“What is it?” She couldn’t inspect it closer because she had to keep her eyes on the road. At least if they wanted to live another night.
“I got you a flower.”
Her brow furrowed. Was he trying to be romantic? “A flower? What kind of flower?”
Reaper read off the box, “Lovehoney Pleasure Air Rose.”
“I don’t get it.”
“You will.”
“Is that a sex toy?”
He lifted the box up and tilted it until he found enough light to read, “The Air Rose uses gentle air vibrations that suck and massage, to create longer, more intense orgasms.” He shifted in his seat enough to face her. “Basically, it’s a clit sucker.”
“Um, do we need that?” He was great with her clit. Unlike some men, he knew where it was and what to do with it.
“Why not?”
“We don’t have any issues in bed.” She turned her head long enough to look at him. He was wearing that damn poker face again. “Or am I the only one who thinks that?”
Holy shit. Maybe she wasn’t satisfying him and this was his way of breaking it to her.
“Burying myself deep in your pussy is one of the best things about this job.”
“This particular job or the job in general?”
“All of the above.”
“Do you feel obligated?”
His deep chuckle filled the rental car’s cabin. “Do you think I’m just going through the motions to keep my job?”
“I don’t know. Are you?”
“I would hope my history and expertise was what helps keep me employed.”
“It does. But I kind of invited myself along on these trips.”
“If I didn’t want you along, I would’ve said something.”
That was true. Reaper was definitely not shy. He was confident and outspoken. And she couldn’t imagine him doing something he didn’t want to do.
“I still don’t get why—”
“I plan on watching you use it, Vi.”
The sudden gruffness of his voice made her insides vibrate. “While you eat beef jerky?”
“I mean, I guess I could’ve bought popcorn instead.”
She rolled her lips under. When she was pretty sure her own voice wasn’t going to crack like a thirteen-year-old teenage boy, she asked, “You want to watch me masturbate?”
“Fuck yeah. Of course I want to watch you get yourself off. I want to watch you squirm. Hear you scream. Convulse with orgasms.”
“And that little rose thingy in the box will do all that?”
“We’ll test it and see.”
