was glad I’d put on something pretty this morning—nude with lace. I held it up and tossed it right at Ford’s head. It landed perfectly—with a strap dangling over his face.
His eyes gleamed. They dropped to look at my boobs, and the smirk fell from his face. My nipples were standing proud, saluting him.
“Shit,” he groaned. “Maybe I didn’t think this all the way through.”
I grinned, loving how affected he was. “Ready to go?”
He mumbled something about how he’d be the inappropriate one walking around with a hard-on, and we left for breakfast.
***
No one seemed to notice or care.
While I’d mostly taken off my bra to prove a point to Ford, he’d actually proven one to me. John’s Pancake House had a fifteen-minute wait, and no one looked at me any differently than usual. Either they didn’t notice, or didn’t care if they did—which had been Ford’s entire argument.
Well, actually, one person certainly noticed and cared.
Ford stood from the booth and offered me his hand. He pulled me to my feet and looked down at my still-erect nipples, growling into my ear, “This lesson on inappropriate behavior is fucking phenomenal.”
The sidewalk outside of John’s Pancake House was packed. People filled the benches and lingered in the parking lot waiting for tables—typical for breakfast any day of the week during the summer in Montauk. Ford opened my car door, but before I could get in, he took my face in his hands and kissed me. Like the times before, it was long and passionate and left me feeling lightheaded.
“All those people probably just watched,” he whispered in my ear. “Totally inappropriate.”
I smiled and didn’t bother to check whether anyone had paid attention, not even when I settled into the car. It felt too good to care.
“Do you have any plans for today?” Ford clicked his seatbelt in.
“No. Did you have something in mind?”
He nodded. “Yup.” He started the engine and began to back up without adding anything more.
I chuckled. “Are you going to share it with me?”
“How about I give you a hint?”
“Let me guess instead. We’re doing something inappropriate?”
He grinned. “Now you’re catching on.”
***
Inappropriate turned out to be a pretty long drive. We’d been on the road about forty-five minutes already. Ford wouldn’t tell me where we were heading, but the minute I saw the sign up ahead, I knew he’d be turning. I wasn’t wrong.
Cupid’s Pleasures, as the sign read, was an adult toy store. I’d passed it a million times on the way out to Montauk myself, yet never stopped.
“I have been in an adult store before, you know.”
Ford turned off the car and shifted in his seat to face me. “To shop for yourself or a gift for someone?”
“A gift. Instead of a wishing well at Eve’s bridal shower, we had a dirty toy box.”
“Good. Then these questions should be a piece of cake?”
My brows drew down. “Questions?”
“You’re going to ask the salesperson some questions about their products.”
My eyes widened.
Ford chuckled. “I’m guessing you’ve only ever gone in and bought something, hoping you didn’t see anyone you knew.”
“What kind of questions do you think I’m asking?”
He leaned forward and planted a chaste kiss on my lips. “Inappropriate ones, of course.”
I didn’t want to let him see I was nervous, so I walked into the store with my head held high.
Inside, two men stood behind the counter. I inwardly winced. Of course, it couldn’t have been two women. Asking a strange man a question about anything to do with sex toys was totally outside my comfort zone.
Ford saw the look on my face and tried to ease me into it, saying he’d ask the first question. That prospect had me intrigued enough. Even if I was going to chicken out, I might as well stay for the entertainment.
We perused the shop for a little while. Looking at all the intimate toys made me feel an odd mix of intrigued, nervous, and turned on.
The back of the store had an open alcove section filled with videos. Ford leaned down as he thumbed through the porn. “Watch how easy it is.” He cleared his throat and called over to the clerk at the counter. “Excuse me. Do you have any videos that are strictly anal?”
The clerk answered. “Yeah, sure. You looking for male-male or male-female?”
“Male-female.”
The guy pointed to a wall behind us. “Check out the Back Door is Always Open series. I think there’s about ten of them. Good quality.”
“Thanks!”
Ford leaned close to me again. “The Back Door is Always