Watch Me (Razor's Edge)
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Copyright ©2013 Megan Slayer
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"A box from Rock Hard!"
Kacey grinned. She'd been waiting on her toy order to be delivered and couldn't wait to dive into the box. She scooped the box up and carried it to the bedroom. "I've been looking forward to this." She ripped the tape, tossing packing peanuts onto the floor. "Come to Mama."
She dug through the remaining peanuts and frowned. The item in the box wasn't what she'd ordered at all. "Marc?"
Her husband strolled into the bedroom. "Oh, your toys arrived." He elbowed her shoulder. "Anything exciting? New dildo or a set of fuzzy handcuffs? Wait." He stopped walking and waved his hands in the air, then whipped around to face her. "You bought a pinwheel. Am I right?"
"Not exactly." She held up the item in question, then wriggled her brows. "Did you order a strap-on?" She bit her bottom lip, thoughts swirling. Oh, the things they could do with the new toy. "Were you thinking about pegging and going to surprise me?"
"I'd have told you if I wanted to do that." He flipped the flaps closed on the box. "Um, hon." Marc waved his hand again. "You did look at this right, didn't you?"
"What do you mean? It was in our mailbox." The tips of her ears burned. What in the name of God had she done? "Why?"
"Have a look-see at that."
She peeked at the address label. Tony Fallows. Their next-door neighbor. She met Marc's gaze. "I guess I opened it without looking."
"I didn't think he knew anything about strap-ons." Marc tipped his head to the side. "He's invited us over for drinks lots of times... Why don't we take him up on the offer? That is his mail."
Kacey bit her bottom lip. Her body warmed from head to toe. She loved her husband more than life itself, but Tony Fallows embodied sex and sin. An image of him washing his car came to mind, the water sluicing down his chest and his swim shorts suctioned to his legs... She shivered. She longed to run her fingers through his straw-colored hair and feel the stubble on his cheeks abrading her inner thighs.
"He said drinks, not an afternoon menage." She forced her gaze anywhere but at Marc. Just saying the word menage kicked the temperature in the room up to an unbearable level. She fanned herself. "Got hot in here, didn't it?"
"Not really." Marc sat down on the bed and pulled her into his lap. "You're attracted to him. I don't mind." He shrugged. "So am I."
She traced her fingers across Marc's bottom lip. They'd discussed having a menage more than once and who they wanted to include. But asking Tony, and Tony actually accepting, were two different things. He might have purchased a strap-on, but that didn't mean he wanted them to use it.
"Holy shit." Marc's jaw dropped and he perched on one elbow. "No way."
Kacey shifted on his lap to follow his stare. Living in a neighborhood where the houses sat within mere feet of each other kept things close-knit and left little room for privacy. She grabbed at Marc's shirt and took in the sight across the side yard. Tony, in all his naked glory, lay sprawled on his bed stroking his erection and groaning.