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She could feel Cole's eyes on her, dark with heat and concern. "Ready to go?"

They said their goodbyes, relief hitting her that she didn't have to try to play the role of Cole's wife anymore.

He took her out a door that bypassed the press and she got into his car. She had just put her seat belt on when he hit the locks.

"Finally, alone with my wife again."

That was when she realized she should have made every excuse she could think of to stay in that room with a crowd of strangers.

Because even as he called his grandmother to find out how she was feeling and fill her in on the details of the game, as unsafe as she'd felt in the VIP box, she'd been a million times safer then than she was now.

Chapter Twelve

"Nothing I like better than Sunday afternoons. Especially after a win."

On the surface, Cole's words shouldn't have made shivers run up and down her spine, but she could easily read the subtext, especially when his hand moved to her kneecap. He wasn't grabbing at her, wasn't doing anything particularly sexual, and yet her body was responding as if he had put his big hand down her pants--flooding with arousal, her br**sts peaking hard and tight beneath her bra and top.

She didn't respond, not when the idea of an entire Sunday afternoon alone with Cole had her almost panting with anticipation.

She could feel his eyes on her, the heat in them, as he turned down a narrow alley and pulled over in front of a small storefront. Her brain felt fogged up by all the unfamiliar desire rushing through her synapses and she hadn't been paying enough attention to realize he hadn't been heading straight back to his house.

"There's something I want you to do, sweetheart."

His warm, gravelly voice, already so thick with need it took her breath away, wrapped itself around her body like a physical touch.

"I want you to go into this store and buy something."

Her eyes moved from that dangerous heat in his eyes to the almost dark storefront.

"Where are we?"

She'd never heard her own voice so husky and Cole's eyes flared with possessive desire as he ran the knuckles of one hand down the side of her cheek.

"A toy store."

"But it doesn't look like someplace children would...Oh." She licked her lips nervously.

"It's not that kind of toy store, is it?"

His mouth turned up at the edges, but she wouldn't have called it a smile. He looked at her like she was a delicious meal that he couldn't wait to dig into.

Cole clicked open the lock to her door. "Go."

But she couldn't move. "I haven't ever--" She shook her head. "I don't know--"

His fingers moved to her chin and gently turned her face toward his. "But you want to."

It wasn't a question. And yet she knew he expected an answer.

She took a deep breath, feeling the way it shook inside her chest. And all the while, as she fought for the strength to tell him what he already knew, he watched her with that heat she'd never thought to see in a man's eyes.

Finally, she whispered the shocking, difficult truth. "Yes. I've always wondered what one of these stores was like inside." All the while knowing she would never find out.

He brushed his thumb against her lower lip and she couldn't stop herself from lightly tasting his flesh. A small moan of pleasure emerged from her throat at the rough texture of his calloused skin against her sensitive tongue. And then he pushed his thumb into her mouth and by pure instinct she sucked him in deeper, taking his thumb between her lips and teeth as she had his penis.

He groaned and shifted hard in his seat. "So sweet, Anna. So damn sweet."

She nipped at him, reaching up for his hand so that she could pull him in further and rain kisses and little licks all along his palm. He pulled away.

"No, baby. I'm not going to let you distract me." He brushed his damp thumb across her lips. "Not yet."

He reached over her, his hard muscles pressing into her in the most delicious way as he opened her door.

"You have five seconds to go or it'll be me picking out your toy."

His threat made her jump out of his car as if her seat were on fire.

But once she was outside, she didn't move toward the front door. He rolled her window down and she had to give one more little protest. "This wasn't what I meant when I said I wanted to be crazy with you."

"Five minutes, Anna." The window rolled back up.

She clamped her jaw shut as she pushed open the front door, trying to prepare herself for whatever shocking sights awaited her. But she was surprised to find herself in a perfectly normal-looking store. The middle racks all held clothes that didn't look much different from what she'd seen adults wear to Halloween parties. One wall was full of books and videos, and while some of the covers were mildly titillating, they weren't anything she hadn't seen in her previous boyfriends' closets.

But it was the display on the far wall that held her interest: dildos of every shape and size and color. Anna knew her sisters all had one--heck, for all she knew, her mother probably had one--but Anna had never been able to get over her embarrassment enough to actually go into an adult store and buy one. Even the "massagers" they sold at drugstores made her blush.

None of her previous boyfriends had even suggested they use sex toys. Then again, none of them had ever made her feel particularly sexual. And not one of them had looked at her like they wanted to burn her clothes and have her walk around naked all the time.

The knowledge that Cole wasn't about to let her come back to the car empty-handed gave her the courage to walk across the store and study her options. Only, it was hard to concentrate on reading the descriptions of included features when she couldn't erase the image of Cole using each and every one of them on her.

Her heart pounded so hard she swore she could feel it between her legs, a steady throb of arousal that only heated her up more.

Thankfully, the very normal-looking man behind the counter didn't even seem to notice she was in the store. He wasn't coming over to offer suggestions or looking at her like she was a pervert. If anything, he seemed bored and tired as he flicked through a magazine.

The clock was ticking down on her five minutes--and Cole would surely buy the most shocking thing he could find if he had to come in after her. She grabbed the closest box and took it to the counter.