Page 96 of Proposal Play

“And did you break them tonight?”

She nibbles on her lip, then asks, “No?”

I stare sternly at her. “Didyoutouch me?”

The hint of a smile appears. “No.”

“DidItouch you?”

“No.” She sounds both desperate and emphatic.

I let my gaze roam down her body, settling on her leggings. They’re purple. Nylon probably, and I’d be willing to bet, the material is damp between her thighs. “Open your legs.”

A gust of breath crosses her lips. She parts her legs slightly, revealing a wet spot and making me grin like a goddamn rock star.

“Like this?” she asks, playing along.

“Just like that, wife,” I say, then nod to the bedroom door. “Want to see your housewarming present now?”

“I do,” she says.

I tear myself away from the bed and pad downstairs, powered by determination and lust, and grab the bag from Risqué Business. I take the steps two at a time, returning to the bedroom in less than a minute.

When she sees the pink bag I’m holding, her eyes widen. “Asher,” she says, my name like a filthy prayer.

I cross the dark blue carpet and sit on the edge of the bed, my dick hardening again. I set the bag down and lean closer to her. “I believe you once said it takes you five supersize vibrators.”

A shudder runs down her body. Then she nods. “I said what I said.”

“And I listened. I wanted you to have everything you need to be happy. Happy wife, as they say.”

“Can I see them?” She sounds like it’s Dirty Christmas and she’s just discovered the battery-operated gifts of her dreams under the tree.

“I’ll show you,” I say, but first I take the bag to the bathroom, wash off each one, dry them, then return.

“Finally,” she says with a pout.

“It’s better this way.” I dip a hand into the bag, taking out the so-called Thruster. It’s long and thick. “Fourteen speeds,” I say, and then grab another. The Flutter. It’s a circle, but with an open end. “Goes insideandoutside.” I take one more from the bag. It’s a modern take on the traditional rabbit with a shaft and vibrating ears, but with some kind of newfangled flutter technology. “This one I’m told is like an instant orgasm.”

“Oh god,” she gasps.

I show her the others. A Soft Touch, and a Finger Puppet. “Gotta love the name.” I furrow my brow, holding up the pink finger toy. “Shoot. This is no good,” I say, like I’ve just discovered a huge problem.

“Why?” she asks. No, shewhines.

“Well, you said supersize. It’s a bullet-size. My bad,” I say, then drop it back in the bag. “It’s not used so maybe we can return it?” I ask innocently, but she flies up, grabs my wrist, and shakes her head. “I want it.”

Her voice is raw, husky.

“Well, it is your gift, I suppose,” I say, then flash her a grin. “Should I leave you here with them?”

Like hell am I leaving her alone with five toys. But I need her to want this game. To agree to these rules. I need her to want it as much as she wanted to watch me get off.

She shakes her head so fast. “No.”

I adopt a confused look. “No?”

“Asher,” she says, like a plea.