All the Way (Hot Jocks #2)(29)

As quickly as possible, I stuff it back in the bag. Not like there’s anyone around to see it other than Owen, but still. The thought of having a vibrator in my hands while I’m sitting at my desk feels beyond wrong.

“It’s okay.” Owen reassures me, holding his hands out in front of him. “Don’t freak out. The door’s closed. No one’s going to see it.” He chuckles to himself, then adds, “Although if they did, they’d probably just congratulate you on the phenomenal night you’re going to have with that thing.”

Dumbfounded, I stare at him. “When did you buy . . . this?” I gesture at the bag, unable to bring myself to say it out loud.

“Before practice today,” he says with a shrug, like it was the most casual, everyday thing to be giving me a sex toy while I’m at work. “I figured it could keep you entertained while I’m gone. And then we could talk about what you liked . . . and what you didn’t. I thought it might be good to, I don’t know, communicate about what makes you feel good.”

Oh my God, I kind of want to melt right now, even though I’m still a bit horrified, because Owen—every ounce a beefy, muscular jock—is talking about communicating, about learning my sexual preferences and what makes me feel good.

“Have you ever used one?” he asks, his voice low and earnest.

I nod as I slowly remove the clear plastic box from the bag again, turning it over in my hand to test the weight of it.

“You can take it out,” Owen says, a twinge of excitement in his voice. “It won’t bite, I promise.”

Smiling, I break into the plastic and slide out my new toy. It’s softer than I imagined, kind of silky feeling, and the end is split into two sections, one of which looks like a set of rabbit ears. I’m surprised by how much I like holding it. I feel weirdly powerful and extremely sexy. Maybe it’s not such a weird present after all.

“There are batteries in there too,” he says, tipping his chin toward the bag. “You just unscrew the back end and put them in. Then it should turn right on when you hit that button. It has a few speeds.”

I blink up at him, a knowing smile spreading across my face. “Oh, so you’re familiar with this thing, are you?”

He pockets his hands and gives me another shrug. “I might have done a little bit of research. But this is brand new, so please don’t read too much into that statement.”

“I wasn’t worried.” I giggle. “But thanks for the extra reassurance.”

While I unscrew the end, Owen pops open the package of batteries, handing me three before I have a chance to tell him how many it needs. Maybe familiar is an understatement for him and these things. If this is what he means by not having vanilla taste, I think I can get on board with that.

“So, here’s the deal. I’m more than okay with being as patient as long you need, and yesterday was a lot of fun. I just didn’t like to see you stress, and since we both still need to get more familiar with your body and what you like . . . I thought this might help.”

He gives me a hopeful smile, and I shoot him one right back.

“Yeah. I think this will be a good thing.” Right now, the nerves dancing through me have a lot less to do with being embarrassed and a whole lot to do with being excited.

Who knew that a sex toy could be such a thoughtful present?

Plunking the last battery into my new toy, I screw the end back on and press the button on the handle. My tiny pink bunny rabbit buzzes to life faster than I can say, Is this the lowest speed? My eyes widen in surprise, and Owen doesn’t bother to hold back his laughter.

“You’ll get used to it,” he says with a chuckle. “Just give it a chance.”

After clicking through the four other speeds, I press my thumb against the button until my new pink bestie comes to a halt. I feel all tingly. Whether it’s from the buzz of the vibrator or my urge to hand it over and let Owen use it on me here and now, I’m not sure.

Instead, I go for a bit more of an office-friendly version of a thank-you. Without overthinking it, I lean across my desk and press a light, grateful kiss against Owen’s lips.

“Thank you,” I whisper, planting another kiss on his cheek. “It’s a little weird, but I’m excited about this. Really.”

And that’s the honest truth. If you told me just a few weeks ago that I’d be genuinely pumped about receiving a sex toy from my best friend, I would have never believed you. But now, as I slip my little pink friend into my purse, I’m not the least bit embarrassed. In fact, I feel sort of like a sex goddess. And wasn’t that the entire point? I am woman, hear me roar, and all that?

I definitely feel powerful and in control right now, like someone who prioritizes her own pleasure. Maybe that was Owen’s entire point, or maybe he’s just a kinky bastard, I have no idea—but at this moment, I really don’t care.

A quick glance at the time on my laptop screen tells me it’s time for Owen to get a move on. And he clearly knows it too. With a quick zip of his duffel, he’s on his feet. Come to think of it, I should probably get out of here too.

“I wish I could stick around longer,” he says as he adjusts the strap on his bag.

“Don’t worry about it. I have dinner plans with Elise anyway.”

A lump grows in my throat as I pull on my leather jacket. Dinner plans with his sister. I make a mental note not to let her anywhere near my purse. Or more specifically, the item inside it.