Page 18 of Lie with Me
“Oh, yeah?” I arch an eyebrow. “I think you would look adorable in rhinestones.” I ruffle the lapel of his pea coat and then walk away.
Onto the next exhibit!
Our last stop is the gift shop. It’s chock-full of sex toys, a million different condoms, and everyday items that have been randomly sexualized—socks, pillows, and hand sanitizer to name a few. My personal favorite, the dishtowel that doubles as a cum rag.
I see CJ looking through a shiny gold bag across the room. It must have something he wants because I also watch him buy it.
“Souvenir?” I ask as we meet each other in the middle of the store.
“An interactive one.” He smiles so brightly it actually makes me nervous. I can’t even begin to imagine what’s in that bag.
“Do I even want to know?” I ask.
“I’ll show you later, if, and only if, you’re a very good girl.”
I stare up at him. I both love and hate the way that sounds.
“Hungry?” He grabs my hand. “I have been dying for a good slice of pizza all day. You don’t realize how much you miss it until you can’t get it.”
“I would rather know what’s in the bag.”
“All in good time, shortcake. All in good time.”
We find a tiny pizza place a few blocks down. We order at the counter, and then grab a seat in the corner. The place literally has five tables.
“What else is on the agenda for today?” I ask as our pizza is dropped in front of us.
“I thought we would go back to the hotel, hang out for a while, then catch a show and a late dinner. What do you think?” CJ takes a bite of the steaming hot slice and nearly burns his mouth.
“I think you need to blow on your food before you eat it.” I giggle.
“Nah. I like it hot.” He takes another bite, sucking in air ashe does. A suggestive look in his eyes.
Don’t I know it . . .
I’M FEELING BOTH TIRED ANDwired once we get back to CJ’s hotel room. I lean back against him in the crowded elevator, and he expels a moan only I can hear, pressing his semi-hard erection into my back. Our little excursion must have affected him. I know it affected me. I blame the porn and the fact I am hard up for him every single second. I swear I’m like a bitch in heat.
Once inside the room, I try to pull it together and distract myself by looking out the window in the living room and not directly at CJ. The view really is incredible at any given time of the day.
“Tara!” CJ calls from the bedroom.
Oh shit, here we go. I walk into the other room fully prepared to be pounced on, but I find a surprise instead. On the bed are three large silver boxes stacked together with a gold bow tied around them. I glance over at CJ confused.
“They’re for you,” he confirms with a conniving grin.
“For me? You didn’t have to buy me anything.”
“I know. I also know that I own you this weekend, and I can do whatever I damn well please. That was the arrangement, correct?”
“It was,” I confirm.
“Good. Now, accept my gifts graciously.” He saunters up beside me, snakes one arm around my waist, and grabs my chin gingerly with his hand.
“Thank you,” I utter softly, my face tilted up.
“You’re welcome.” He drops a kiss on my lips. “You might make a halfway decent submissive after all.”
I glare at him.
