“You want me to wear that?” His brown eyes shone with lust. “Uh huh.” “To the restaurant?” He nodded in affirmation and held his hand out. She swallowed but took his gift, holding it in her palm. With a soft buzz it whirred to life, vibrating against her skin, tickling her. Gabe grinned. “Remote control.” Her pussy clenched—in response to both the toy and his smile. She raised an eyebrow. “And who gets to hold the remote while we’re at dinner?” He winked. “I do.” That was all the information she needed. She spun around and headed to the bathroom, emerging minutes later feeling decadent and naughty. Pressed against her clit and held in place with thong-like straps was a tiny butterfly. Gabe’s surprise return visit seven weeks ago had turned into a regular Sunday-night event. At some point, the Sunday visits stretched out to incorporate Wednesday evenings as well. And then, interestingly enough, Friday nights too. They didn’t always go out. Sometimes they just stayed in and watched TV or chatted or pashed on the couch.
