Kindle stood nude in the center of Masaun’s playroom, where he stood before her bare-chested in the same black jeans he’d worn earlier. Allowing herself to swallow the thump that trapped itself in her throat at his question, she admitted, “No, Sir.” He nodded. “Come with me.” He led her around to the cabinet then pulled out the top drawer. She gasped at the array of items and sizes inside. “Am I to assume your toy drawer at home is not so extensive?” he joked as the corners of his lips curved ever so slightly toward a smile. “Sir, I don’t believe that any drawer is as stocked outside of a toy shop.” Most of the items within the space she could identify as dildos, vibrators and plugs, stuff she recognized from parties some of her girlfriends had thrown in undergrad. However, there were plenty of things in there she had no clue how they worked or what they were for. “I don’t have a toy drawer.” When he didn’t respond, she lifted her gaze to his. One brow was raised in a perfect high arc.
