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“Okay, Maisie. Do your worst.”
She followed me to my place to check on Mookie, then drove us so that it would be a “surprise.” I was halfway expecting to end up at a strip club outside town, but she drove us into one of the nicer neighborhoods and pulled into the driveway of a brick bungalow with a two-car garage.
“Whose house is this?”
“You’ll see,” she singsonged, shifting the car into park and getting out.
I’d gone along with her plan to appease her—and to derail my increasing fixation on Hunter—but now I was more than a little curious about this surprise. When we reached the porch, Paula Goodman opened the door with a huge grin.
“Welcome to Agatha’s Capture the Cock Party!”
My eyes widened. “Dear god, Maisie, tell me this isn’t…”
She grinned. “It’s Agatha’s bachelorette theme. She got a little creative since this isn’t her first rodeo.” She winked.
I’d heard a few rumors that Agatha Hayes and her ex-husband, Elmer Boyd—owners of Granville’s competing news blogs—had been seen sneaking around to canoodle. As if they were fooling anyone. But that was a long way from getting remarried! Those two were contentious, bitter exes. Canoodling or no, I hadn’t thought they’d ever see eye to eye long enough to truly reconcile.
Add in Paula, the hostess with the mostest sex toys, and I was certain there was going to be plenty of cock to capture—of the fake variety, anyway. Hopefully only that kind, because as much as I wanted a distraction, I didn’t think I could handle a lap dance from a stripper while surrounded by a bunch of older women.
Maisie grabbed my arm and yanked me over the threshold, laughing when I shot her a horrified look. “It’ll be fun,” she said.
“Famous last words. Is Agatha really getting remarried?”
“That’s the plan.” She snorted. “But those two have alonghistory, so who knows, right? They’re planning for a wedding reception in a few weeks. The whole town is going to be invited, by the sounds of things.”
“Never thought I’d see the day,” I agreed.
Agatha and Elmer had been bitter exes for years. It was tough to imagine them in marital bliss, but I hoped it worked out.
Maisie swatted my arm. “Either way, we get to have fun tonight. Let’s go capture some cock. I know you don’t really need it with that hottie Hunter on tap, but you can’t be together all the time, right?”
“No. No, we can’t,” I said glumly.
Agatha greeted us as we joined the small party in the living room, where penis-shaped helium balloons floated over our heads and a platter of cupcakes sat on the coffee table, each one proudly adorned with a plastic cock topper.
“Maisie, I’m so glad you stopped by!” Agatha’s eyes lit up when she saw me. “And you too, Clark. You know, you’re quite the surprise. I never thought Clark Fletcher would be the one catching the most eligible bachelor and driving the women in this town mad with envy.”
I laughed. “Yeah, lucky me.”
If only they knew…I didn’t have Hunter any more than any of them. And I was just as sexually frustrated, if not more.
Maybe I’d buy one of these ridiculously themed dildos. Hell, maybe I’d even buy the DILF model. I couldn’t have the real thing, but I needed something to take the edge off. If I didn’t assuage the building need I felt for him, I was likely to do something impulsive and stupid, like climb into his lap and beg him to put me out of my misery.
I wasn’t sure my pride would be enough to stop me, even knowing that he was not interested in more than just pretend.
I strode over to the catalog open on the table, dildos of every size, shape, and color displayed on the pages, along with cute descriptions.
The Boy Next Door, a nice moderate size with two settings: low to mimic that sweet, sweet love you crave, or high for when your good boy goes wild for you!
Enemies to Lovers, available in all sizes and one high speed; the hate sex will be divine!
DILF (Dad I’d Like to F*ck): a nice large size with multiple settings to control the vibrations the way only a sexy daddy could control you!
I jabbed my finger at the listing on the page. “I’ll take that one.”
Maisie choked on her sip of punch. “Clark, you don’t announce it. That’s why you can order it on paper. Quietly.”
Oops.“I’ve never done this before,” I said.
