Tempting (Inked Hearts 1)

Kaylee's eyes go wide. Her lips press together. She shakes her head no way. "I can ask you for help."

Perfect. I press my palm into her lower back and lead her toward said wall. Only I take the long way.

Kaylee gawks as we pass a wall of porn. She stops to stare at all the lifelike dildos.

"It... it has veins." She reaches out to touch one of the packages. It's modeled after some porn star. "Is that sexy?"

"I'd know?"

"True. But... it's just..." She tilts her head to the other side. "Why?"

"Capitalism."

She laughs. "Of course." She looks up at me. "I like punk rock anarchist commie Brendon. But I think... I think whatever you'd call this guy—the small business owner who shops at Ikea—I think he's more you."

"You'd feel different if you appreciated The Ramones—"

She laughs. "And you'd feel differently if you appreciated The Smiths. But no one is perfect." She turns to check out the rack behind us. Ball gags. Then bondage gear. She picks up an under the bed restraints kit. "Do you have one of these?"

"Of course."

"Or... do you use rope with the bed?"

"Both."

She turns it over to read the label. "You, um, we haven't that much. Maybe we could... try it again? Soon."

"Today?"

"Today is soon."

"You sure?" I'm already thinking about it. Fuck, I'm already getting hard.

"Positive." She replaces the restraints kit then moves forward. Right to the wall of vibrators—and it really is a wall of demo units. "Shit. You weren't kidding."

I nod.

"How do I pick just one..."

"How do you fuck yourself?"

"Uh, well, I just... you mean, specifically?"

I force myself to stare into her eyes. "Yeah."

"I guess I..." Her cheeks flush, but she pushes through. "I rub my clit."

"You ever fuck yourself with your fingers?"

"No. Not usually."

"You want to?"

She picks up a bullet vibrator and turns it over in her hand. "Um... I wouldn't mind. But I'd rather... I'd rather it be you."

I reach over her to pick up a demo unit. It's big enough to fuck her with, but it's still small and sleek. "Something like this?" I turn it on and press it against her fingertip.

She stares up at me. "Maybe."