Dropping Gloves by Catherine Gayle

Author:Catherine Gayle [Gayle, Catherine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Night Shift Publishing
Published: 2015-04-13T23:00:00+00:00

“Do you have a type you prefer? Or a brand? There are those condoms that claim they enhance sensitivity. That could be good.” A box caught my eye, and I picked it up, holding it out to Jamie. “Ooh, or those super thin ones. They’re supposed to feel like they aren’t even there. That’s what the advertising says, at least, but I can always tell there’s something there. Can’t you? Or we could go with colored, flavored, magnum…” I intentionally left that last query hanging between us to see if he would bite.

He didn’t.

I’d seen him blush a lot over the years, but I had never seen him as bright red as he was right now. He looked like he would rather be anywhere but here, which made sense when I thought about it. Jamie had always been a private kind of guy. He never seemed to have a hard time talking to me about anything when we were alone, but I doubted he wanted his private life spread all over the news. I couldn’t say I blamed him for that. I’d had enough of the paparazzi to last a lifetime, and then some. That was another good thing about staying in Portland. I doubted TMZ would be hanging around here to catch me doing something they could twist into a scandal.

“Whatever you want,” he said quietly, keeping his head down. “You choose.”

I raised my eyebrows, a grin stealing over my lips. “You sure? I’m not terribly particular as long as it’s covered.”

“Same for me,” he said through gritted teeth.

If he wasn’t going to be picky, I might as well be adventurous. I grabbed a few boxes, just for fun: flavored, glow-in-the-dark, and another that claimed to be ribbed for her pleasure. I’d never known a condom to enhance my pleasure before, but for the most part, they didn’t diminish it, either. The diminished pleasure I’d experienced tended to fall squarely on the shoulders of the man wearing the condom, instead of the protective gear itself. Beau had never bothered to see to my needs, worrying only about his own. Every aspect of our relationship had been like that, but nowhere had it been more pronounced than in bed. We did things when he wanted, how he wanted, and as fast as he wanted, and tough if I didn’t enjoy myself.

There was no chance it would be anything like that with Jamie. He was so caring in everything he did, I knew without a doubt that it would carry over into the bedroom.

Once I was satisfied with my selections, we headed up to the checkout counter. I reached in my purse for my wallet, but Jamie beat me to the punch, handing over a wad of bills. The checker bagged everything up, doing his best to hide a knowing smile but constantly peeking up at me, and handed over the receipt. We left the store and got back into Jamie’s car.

Jamie didn’t start the ignition, though. He had put on his seat belt, but he was staring at the guy who’d rung up our purchases.

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