“God, that feels good,” he gasped. She sucked harder. She was going to make him come. Should he even try to fight it? She was unusual in that she didn’t expect him to. She liked him to get carried away in his own excitement. “Rebekah. Rebekah? Rebekah!” His fingers clutched her hair. She pulled back at the last moment and held her mouth open. He watched his cum spurt into her mouth and bathe her tongue. She shifted slightly so the second spurt hit her lower lip. Her chin. Into her mouth again.

“Fuck.” He gasped and forced himself not to squeeze his eyes shut in tormented bliss. That was the sexiest fucking thing he’d ever seen in his life. She wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and sucked long after he’d stopped spurting.

“Okay. Okay. Okay,” he gasped, his entire body shuddering with the aftereffects of release.

She released him from his blissful torture and sat upright. Her tongue slid from between her lips and she licked at the cum just under her lower lip. Eric grabbed her and pulled her onto his lap. The horn blared, and she started before laughing. He placed openmouthed kisses on her chin, collecting his fluids from her skin before kissing her smiling lips. She returned his kisses hungrily. By the time she tugged away, his excitement was already getting the better of him again.

“If you don’t stop doing sexy stuff like that, you’re going to give me a heart attack,” he said.

“I think your heart can take it,” she challenged. “You’re young and healthy. And you lasted at least ten minutes that time.”

“I did?”

“I have this theory about you,” Rebekah said. She reached for his softening cock, which twitched excitedly in her hand as soon as she cradled it in her palm. She carefully tucked it into his boxer briefs.

“What kind of theory?”

She looked at him, her beguiling blue eyes half-hidden by thick lashes. “The more often I make you come, the longer you’ll last.”

His heart thudded. Did that mean what he thought it meant?

“Are you planning on testing that theory?”

She grinned. “Heck yeah, I am.”

“You are the smartest woman I’ve ever met.”

She laughed. “I’m more into hands-on learning, if you know what I mean. Are we going to the hotel now? I want to try more experiments.”

He started the ignition, checked over his shoulder, popped the clutch, and punched the accelerator. The Jeep shot backward out of the parking space. He shifted into first and the tires squealed as they sped out of the lot.

Eyes wide, Rebekah fastened her seat belt and clung to the dashboard with her fingernails. “Eric, slow down.”

He grinned, and the tires barked as he downshifted and slid around a corner. “I always drive like this.”

“Then I absolutely refuse to help you fix your Corvette. You’ll end up killing yourself with that much power in a little car!”

He eased off the accelerator slightly. For her sake, not his. He loved to go fast. There were few things that got his blood pumping as quickly. He spotted a neon sign ahead flashing XXX. And that would be another one.

“Pit stop,” he said and hit the brakes.

Skidding sideways, he stopped directly in the center of a parking spot in front of the entrance of the adult store.

“I’m driving the rest of the way,” Rebekah said. “As soon as my knees stop knocking together and I can get my fingernails pried out of the dashboard.”

“I’m a good driver,” Eric insisted. “Never had an accident.”

“How many speeding tickets have you had?”

“They have to catch you to give you a ticket.” He winked before opening his door and darting around the car to her side.

Her eyes were as wide as saucers when he helped her out of the car. “W-what are we d-doing here?”

Oh God, the stuttering thing. He kissed her trembling lips.

Couldn’t help it. “Supplies,” he said and grasped her hand.

“I’ve n-never been in an adult s-store before.” Her stuttering was so fucking cute. He wondered if she had any idea how endearing she was when she was unsettled.

“Do you want to wait in the car?” he asked.

She shook her head. “I didn’t say that.”

She clung to his hand with both of hers as they entered the store.

She attempted to use his body as a human shield, which made everyone notice her more, not less. They started in the adult toys section.

Even more adorable than the stuttering, Rebekah blushed a shade redder than her T-shirt. He couldn’t wait to get her alone and just bask in her sweetness. When she pulled a huge vibrating dildo off the shelf, his thoughts took a sudden turn south. Oh God, she was going to let him fuck her. Accept his cock inside her body. Without a condom.

“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.