Page 26 of Just Past Two

What? Sam was shit at keeping secrets. He got too excited about buying her presents and always wanted to give them to her early, having more fun watching her on Christmas morning (or Christmas Eve, if he couldn’t wait) than he did opening his own gifts.

As if reading her mind, he added, “You know I’m awful at keeping secrets.”

“What’s the secret?” Abby set down her own fork.

Sam shook his head. “After dinner. It’s part of the fantasy I want to share with you.”

What the hell? She had not expected him to be ready to share a fantasy, not after being weird all week.

“You’ve been weird all week about this. Now you’re saying it’s fine?”

Sam shrugged. “I had a talk with Mitchell from the gym. He helped me figure some stuff out that had been bothering me.” He gestured to her plate. “Aren’t you gonna have any more? It’s really delicious.”

Boggling, Abby narrowed her eyes, mouth open in confusion. “So you’re just fine now?”

Sam tipped his head to the side. “I don’t know if I’m fine, but I’m better than I was. And I want to keep going, because I’m having a really good time fulfilling fantasies with you.”

Was he telling the truth? She scrutinized him.

“I’m not lying,” he insisted. Damn, he was too good at knowing what she was thinking when it came to things like this. “I really do have another fantasy I want to share with you.”

“Another one?” She’d been ready for him to want to wait a while.

He laughed. “Yeah, another one. You think I just have the one, that sex club fantasy, and that was it?”

“Is that what your secret is?”

“Partially.” He hesitated. “I’ll show you after dinner.”

After dinner, she followed him into the bedroom and joined him on the edge of the bed, anticipation already zinging down her spine. “You remember how we used to go out dancing all the time when we were dating?” he asked.

“Yeah.” It had been one of their favorite hobbies. “We stopped when you broke your foot.”

“And never got back to it.” He looked tense, expectant. “I want us to go out dancing again.”

There had to be something more to this than that. Dancing wasn’t a fantasy; it was something they used to do. “Tonight?”

“Yeah. Tonight.” He pulled a small box out of his nightstand drawer and held it close to his body, obscuring whatever the labeling said, before handing it to her. “And I want you to wear this.”

The white box pictured a curved, U-shaped teal device. Puzzled, she opened the box, and a silicone toy tumbled into her lap. She pushed and held the only button it seemed to have, and it buzzed once in her hand, making her drop it back on her lap.

Oh.

Oh.

Sam’s expression told her all she needed to know, and the blush radiated from her face down her neck. She gingerly picked up the vibrator, holding it between her thumb and forefinger. “You want me to wear this out tonight when we go dancing?”

“Yeah.” He licked his lips, and his eyes had gone dark. “Babe. I know you like showing off. I know it makes you hot when people are watching you. I want to know if it makes you hot if I’m the only one who knows you’re wearing a vibrator.”

“Shit.” Her hand closed around the toy. “Won’t someone hear it?”

“Not at Heads or Tails. Not with the music that loud.”

Heads or Tails was always a popular salsa dancing club, their favorite place to get a little rowdy, two towns over from Mapleton and drawing a livelier crowd.

Just the idea of this was turning her on. “How do I wear it?” she asked.

“Take off your clothes.”