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He lifted a small package encased in clear plastic that displayed a Day-glo orange wand covered in rubbery bumps with a small protrusion near the bottom. It was a textured dildo with a clit vibe. A Rabbit.
The swag bags were going to be filled with sex toys.
With shaking hands, Greer opened the next box to find a bunch of small, bright pink fingertip vibrators. Another box contained a game played with sexy dice that was so innocuous she nearly sighed with relief until she got to the last one.
The bridesmaid had asked her to make a special basket just for the bride and Greer took a deep breath before she worked open the cardboard.
Magnus stood behind her, his big, strong body heat radiating heat and making her fingers tremble as she reached inside. The first package featured a woman sprawled sexily on a bed wearing nothing more than a couple of scraps of lace, a blindfold edged in purple satin, and a set of furry purple handcuffs.
It was a bondage kit.
“What else is in that?” The low vibration of his words was more effective than the Rabbit.
She turned the package over to see that it contained the blindfold and handcuffs pictured on the front, but also a flogger, a small paddle, and a collar and leash, all in black and purple.
“I guess they figure you’ll provide your own lingerie,” she murmured, shocked that she could speak with any sense at all.
His breath was hot against her ear. “Or none at all.”
She whimpered.
There were also a couple of smaller boxes containing a set of blue jeweled nipple clamps with a matching butt plug, and a red silicone cock ring with a vibrator attached. The final box held two pieces, one shaped like a “c” and the other had buttons on it like a small remote control.
“Who ordered this stuff? The bride?” His words licked over her skin and she jumped.
“No, I don’t think she has any idea. This is all from the maid of honor. She owns a bookstore in Denver. I had no idea this would be the gift theme!” She gasped in horror and turned to Magnus. “This can’t happen. This is disastrous. Hedby is a small town and if people find out I’m planning sex parties, no one will ever hire me again!”
Greer wailed and crashed her head into Magnus’ broad chest. His thick arms came around her, soothing and patting her shoulders. “It’s okay, sparkles. It’ll be all right. Who did you say the maid of honor is?”
“Her name is Jenn Strand. We’ve emailed and talked on the phone, but I’ve never met her.”
Magnus choked. “Did you say Jenn Strand?”
She nodded into his chest and moaned. Her life was over, her career in ruins, and the solid pecs that cushioned her head began to shake.
“Are you laughing?” She raised her head to see his white teeth gleaming behind his beard, but her sense of betrayal wasn’t as sharp as it could have been. Magnus had done nothing all day but prove his steadfastness, so if he was laughing, things couldn’t be as terrible as she thought. Still, it stung and she smacked her palm against his chest to get his attention. “Why are you laughing? This is terrible!”
“Relax, sparkles. You’re not going to get in any trouble. Everyone knows Jenn and they won’t be surprised at all.” He grasped her hand and pressed it tightly to his body where she’d smacked him. Right over his nipple, which rubbed against her palm. His nipple where… her brow furrowed. Was that a piercing?
“What do you mean?” she asked distractedly.
“She really does own a bookstore, but it’s a sex-positive bookstore attached to a very upscale BDSM club that she runs with her husband. And she’s a third cousin or something. I don’t know. You’d have to ask my mom.”
Despite her growing curiosity about the possibility that the man holding her was both familiar with the local kink sceneandhad a nipple piercing, she was compelled to object. “I am absolutely never asking your mother if your cousin owns a sex bookstore.”
“Then I guess you’ll have to think of other things to talk about when you meet her.”
Greer blinked. When had she agreed to meet his family? “I am also not talking about meeting your mother while I’m standing in front of a box of vibrators.”
“Not when we could be talking about much more interesting things.” He reached into the bridal box and pulled out the package with the remote control. “This has some possibilities.”
Her knees wobbled and he wrapped his arm around her.
All day as they’d worked to prepare the room, he’d found reasons to touch her. A brief caress of fingers, a playful tug on her hair, a palm against her back, or the slide of his hand over hers as he lifted something out of her arms.
After the wild kiss they’d shared, each touch had kept her body aware, her skin taut, her nerves in a constant state of anticipation. Now there was no escaping the muscled strength of his body, or the hot, hard length of his cock pressed against the crease of her thighs. She swore she could feel it flex through his jeans and her trousers, seeking out the melting warmth between her legs.
“Fuck, Greer. Never wanted any woman this much, this fast before.” He bent slightly to tuck his forearm under her ass and lifted, propping her on the edge of the wide window seat. He made himself at home as she opened her thighs to him and tugged her into his body even more tightly. “I need to touch you. Make you cum. Get your juices all over me so everyone knows I’m yours.”
