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Meanwhile, Kingston appears right at home.

Cocky and too handsome for his own good.

I jump when a petite woman who looks to be in her thirties emerges from a curtained-off area. Upon seeing Kingston and I, a beautiful smile etches on her face. “Hello, welcome to Boudoir.”

I return an awkward smile, trying to muster my usual confidence. I mean, what the hell am I supposed to say?

Umm, hi, I’m here to buy a dildo, can you show me the best one you have?

Oh no, I hope to God she doesn’t actually recommend us toys. Dirty talk in bed with Kingston is one thing, this is a whole other level.

“We’re going to have a look,” answers Kingston confidently, saving me from making a fool out of myself. “Mind if we keep our bags here?”

“Of course not,” she replies, taking and putting them behind the counter. “I’ll be in the back if you need me.”

As soon as she disappears, a strange thought pops up in my head, and irrational jealousy rears its ugly head. I face Kingston and demand, “Please tell me this isn’t where you bring your dates often.”

He stares at me delightedly, not hiding that he knows I’m acting jealous.

Bringing me closer with an arm around my waist, he tilts my head and brushes his lips over mine. The short hair of his stubble teases me as he says, “I told you I don’t go on dates, Twinkle. You are my first, last, and everything in between. And no, I haven’t brought a woman here. It’s cute you’re jealous, but when I said I’ve been yours since the moment I laid eyes on you, I meant it. Okay?”

I nod, breathing hard like I’ve run a mile. “Okay.”

Crushing our mouths together, he yanks my head back harder and kisses me deeply. He’s unforgiving in the erotic strokes of his tongue, dominating my senses and slanting my face the way he wishes.

My fingers seek purchase on his broad shoulders encased in his leather jacket. When he had emerged, all dressed in a hoodie and leather jacket, paired with denim jeans and his hair still wet from our shower, I had almost climbed him like a tree.

I roam my hands over the hair at the back of his head, kissing him back hard and wet. Caressing his sharp jawline, I suck on his tongue when he allows me. His taste is expensive like whiskey. He steals all my oxygen and I don’t even care, ready to die while high on him.

He doesn’t stop ravaging my mouth until my lips are swollen and bitten. Until I’m dizzy. Until he’s my entire world.

I gasp, heartbeat in my ears when he frees me after nipping at my bottom lip. There’s a moon-shaped imprint on his throat where my nails dug in. I can’t seem to stop marking him. As though my subconscious is in on a secret that I’m in denial about.

“Remember the rule when it’s just us?” His deep voice is decadently dark.

“I’m your slave,” I shyly whisper.

“Good girl.”

I shiver under his praise.

“Go pick a butt plug, put it inside you, and wait for me in the back.”

His filthy command raises goosebumps on my arms and heat in my belly, while I glance nervously at the curtained door.

Grasping my chin, he brings my focus to him. “I own your body, little slave. Don’t make me repeat myself. You have two minutes before I fuck your ass right here and now, making sure you scream loud enough for everyone to hear.”

His threat, which I know isn’t hollow, gets me into action.

I grab the first butt plug I see, feeling Kingston’s hot eyes burning into me, and quickly rush to the back of the store. On my right, I see two trial rooms and step inside one.

My reflection stares back at me, and I look like a woman undone.

There’s a natural glow to my skin that only earth-shattering orgasms can bring. The red dress he chose for me complements the pink blush covering my neck and face. My cleavage peeks from the V-cut and off-the-shoulder style of the dress.

Realizing I only have a minute before he comes in to join me, I unpack the butt plug, wondering how in the hell am I going to explain to the woman about paying for it with an empty package. I’d be too embarrassed to tell her I’m wearing it.

Ugh… this is what I get for wanting to live out my fantasies.