Wicked Beat (Sinners on Tour #4)(47)

"What is all this stuff?" she whispered, her eyes wide as she ogled the package in her hands.

"For your pleasure, my lady."

He stole a kiss and selected several things he figured she'd enjoy. He handed them to her in quick succession. Her arms were overflowing with dildos and vibrators, butt plugs and clit stimulators within minutes.

"We better get lots of batteries," he told her.

She blushed a shade deeper and then busted out laughing, dropping several packages in the process. "They have costumes," she said, nodding toward the back of the store.

Eric dropped off a load of purchases on the counter. If the clerk was surprised, she didn't show it. "Is there anything I can help you two find?" she asked.



       
         
       
        

"Just start ringing it up. We're in a hurry," he said.

Eric grabbed Rebekah's hand and tugged her to the back of the store. He reached for a nurse's outfit first. He still wanted her to test his reflexes. He held up the little white dress in front of her. "Is this the right size?" he asked.

She checked the tag. "It should fit. I don't think it will cover my ass though." She tugged at the hem.

"Then it's exactly the right size." It was about the length of a long T-shirt and cut low in the front. Ah man. He was getting hard just picturing her in it. Maybe she'd wear white thigh-high stockings and heels. And a little hat. And stick a thermometer in his …

Eric forced his attention back to the merchandise. Unable to decide if he'd rather her dress as a cat or a pirate wench or a devil girl or a French maid or a teacher or a naughty schoolgirl or any other fantasy a man could possibly have, he grabbed one of every costume available and all the accessories that matched.

"If you think I'm the only one dressing up, you have another thing comin', Eric Sticks."

"What did you have in mind?"

"Get the chaps and the cowboy hat."

"Yes, ma'am." He rifled through a rack of fringed, suede chaps, looking for his size. Tall.

"Oh, and the vampire cape and the baseball player and the camouflage with the dog tags." She paused and looked up. "And the rock star leather."

He laughed. "That's not a fantasy, baby."

"Maybe not for you, but it is for me." Arms overloaded with purchases, she tilted her head back and offered her lips. "We need to go. It's getting late."

He kissed her. "Yeah, we've both had a long day. We'll probably just fall asleep as soon as we find a bed." He glanced at her sidelong, giving her a chance to back out if she wanted to.

She chuckled in the back of her throat. "You'll be lucky if I let you sleep at all. I'm ready to have fun. I hope you're ready to be up all night."

He smiled. She still wanted him, even knowing he was far more Mr. Porn Star than Mr. Romance. His arms full, he nudged her toward the checkout. While Rebekah oversaw the process, Eric browsed an aisle for various oils. He caught Rebekah sneaking things into their pile of purchases when she thought he wasn't looking.

Standing at the counter beside Rebekah, a display caught his eye. He lifted the package and read its contents. "They have numbing condoms I could try," he whispered into Rebekah's ear. 

She looked at him with a wrinkled brow. "Why would you suggest that?"

He bent close to her ear again. "So I can't feel anything. I'll last a lot longer."

"No," she said. "I told you that's not important to me."

He sighed. "You say that now." He put the condoms back in a display on the counter.

"And I want you to feel everything," she whispered.

Her words punched him in the gut and left him breathless. Well, if she insisted.

"Did you find everything you needed?" the cashier asked.

Rebekah chuckled. "I think so."

"Wait," Eric said. "Do you have any camouflaged condoms?"

"Camouflaged?" The cashier's forehead crinkled in concentration. "I don't think so. We have every flavor and color imaginable, but I don't think we have any camouflaged."

"Why would you need a camouflaged condom?" Rebekah asked.

"So you won't see me coming."

Rebekah snorted and then burst into delighted laughter. The cashier rolled her eyes and shook her head as she stuffed a large dildo into a sack.

Eric kissed Rebekah's temple, his heart thrumming with adulation. "I love that you laugh at my corny jokes."

"They're funny."

Well, if she insisted.

When Rebekah and Eric finally got out of the adult store, they had multiple bags overflowing with their purchases.