Page 30 of Sticky Fingers

But then there are furry handcuffs.

Handcuffs in black leather.

Handcuffs with buttons—how the fuck does that work?

Handcuffs in sets of four. As in hog ties.

Jesus fucking Christ, this chick is a wild one.

Not law enforcement though.

“Carry on.”

“Uh, yeah, sure.” Drake coughs again, his cheeks slightly flushed. “Well, in one of the drawers, we found some odd equipment. If we’re talking about a specialized art thief or someone working with the police, this might give you some insight into how she operates.”

Alright, now we’re talking.

With a nod, I tell Drake to carry on, and he dutifully keeps rotating through the pictures.

My jaw drops at what I see next.

“We suspect this might be one of the devices she uses,” he nods, his tone now all business as he points at the screen. “Unfortunately, I’ve never seen anything like this in my career, and I can’t really tell what it does. It must be high-end, though.”

I have to do my best not to slap the back of his head. For a group of fucking pros, I can’t believe that a bullet vibrator stumped them. Judging by the expression on their faces, the small device must seem like something out of this planet to them.

Aren’t Secret Service guys supposed to be all into sex?

Jesus, seems like I got stuck with the virgins.

“Yeah, definitely suspicious,” I tell Drake with a sigh.

“But there’s more,” he continues excitedly, showing me a couple more pictures. “This one’s definitely a techie.”

“Most definitely,” I nod, my eyes widening as I take in the collection of vibrators, plugs, and sex toys that she has hiding in one of the drawers.

They all look expensive and high-end enough to confound someone like Jim, but I still have a hard time believing these guys aren’t familiar with…the toys women love.

Well, I am.

Mostly because what I have between my legs is women’s favorite toy.

Still, as I look at the pictures, I can’t stop myself from imagining Sonia plunging one of the vibrators deep inside her wet pussy, her back arched, her eyes closed…and all that as she moans out my fucking name. Yeah, I bet she has already done that: worked on her pussy while thinking of me.

A woman with a collection like this wouldn’t be capable of helping herself.

I mean…lingerie, handcuffs, and all the toys in the fucking world. Sonia might get a kick out of stealing paintings, but I bet that’s not the only thing she enjoys doing in her free time.

“What else?”

“Not much. Brian ghosted her computer system, too. There’s a copy of it on the top level.” He points to the breadcrumbs at the top of the browser bar. “But nothing really interesting there from what we’ve seen. She did have a safe hidden under a wall panel, and although we couldn’t crack it open, we scanned its insides…and nothing. That safe was empty.”

“Alright,” I say, sighing and drumming my fingers on the tabletop.

As frustrating as this whole thing was, I can’t stop myself from grinning—although I have no proof that Sonia is behind the theft, at least I have proof that she’s definitely going to be an interesting one in the bedroom.

“Thanks, you guys. I appreciate you doing this.”

At my words, they hop into action, packing up their own equipment and cameras.