Page 24 of Venomous Games

“Following a lead,” he says.

I turn and wave a hand to the sign above the door. “At a sex store?” I question.

He’s good at hiding his discomfort, but I see it in the small twitch of his fingers.

“Well, don’t let me hold you back. Come on in.” I turn and proceed toward the building. Opening the door, I hold it for him, waiting for him to move. He seems to think about it for a moment before making the decision to join me. As soon as he enters, I follow behind him, and I can’t help but stare at his ass. His fitted black pants look so good on him.

“I can feel your stare,” he grumbles.

“Would I be arrested for slapping a detective’s ass?” I question, still looking at his ass.

He stops suddenly, and I slam straight into his back.

One of my hands grazes his ass. “Oh shit, you may have to arrest me. I think I just touched your ass.”

“Are you always this annoying?” he asks, and I smile up at him and nod.

“Some would call it endearing.”

He says something under his breath as he continues walking. I make a beeline to the wall where the toys I’m after are displayed and grab the biggest one I can find. I turn around to see him watching me. “Do you think if I stuck this up your ass, it would hurt?”

He takes a step back, and I can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of me.

“Hey, Maven.” I glance behind him to find Sally, who works here, walking past with a box of toys. “Good to see you back.”

I offer her a wave while keeping my focus on Boston, who is still watching me.

“Do you come here often?” he asks.

I shrug and put the silicone dick back on the shelf, then look for the one I want.

“What size would you say yours is closest to?” I question as I peruse the selection. “Do you think you’re a good size?” When he doesn’t answer, I turn to see a look of confusion on his face. “Or is it small? Sometimes that can be okay. If you know what to do with your mouth, that is.” I smile and turn back to the wall of dildos.

“My main focus is clitoris stimulation, and my last toy died from overuse. Do you have any recommendations?” I yell out to Sally.

“The pink one. It will have you screaming for God,” she calls back.

“Thanks, Sally.” I grab the one she recommends and then turn to face Boston. “Anything tickle your fancy?” I tease as I wave the vibrator around. His eyes stay locked on me, and I move in close, placing my hand on his very hard chest. “You can’t have me, silly. You can’t afford me on a detective’s salary.” I tap his pec, and as I pull my hand away, he quickly grabs my wrist. His usual put-together, calm demeanor slips just a little. And I love it.

“I see through your games.”

I blink at him a few times. “Games? Come on, Detective, what games?”

He leans in close enough that the smell of cedar washes over me. “You think doing all this will distract me, put me off?”

“Put you off what?” I ask, still holding my pink toy. “Dicks?” I can’t help the giggle that follows. He releases me and steps back. “I’m just a woman, Detective. One who is trying to survive in the world, and also have some fun while doing it. If you’re a good boy, you could join me sometime. I mean, as long as you bring those handcuffs.” I wink at him.

He huffs out a breath of annoyance, and I head in the direction of another room. He doesn’t follow me, which is fine. I love to crawl under his skin and make him unravel. When I finally make it to the checkout, Sally waves a hand at me.

“He already paid, cutie,” she says, nodding to the vibrator I’m holding.

“He paid?” I ask, shocked.

“In cash, then walked out.” Sally smiles.

I take my vibrator and leave the store. When I get to the parking lot, I find him leaning against his car with a devilish smirk on his face.

Here I thought I was getting the upper hand, yet he just played me.