She ignored them both. A while later she asked, “Do they sell clothes?” and they both groaned.
“We’re here,” Mason announced as he pulled into a strip mall and she stared out the windshield. It occurred to her that Sean also wouldn’t know exactly where they were going and this was likely her husband’s idea.
She looked at the line of stores as they parked. “Are we just shopping? Or did you have a particular store in mind?”
“A particular one,” Mason said as he climbed out of the car.
He walked around the front of the SUV, but the door opened before he rounded the fender. “Come on, sweetheart,” Sean said as he held out a hand to help her down. She blushed. They were in public and she wasn’t expecting him to be so chivalrous. Then she recalled the other day when they went grocery shopping and realized he was like that in public with her even before they slept together.
As they walked up to the stores Mason held her hand and Sean placed his palm on the small of her back. She was initially very self-conscious of people staring, but in actual fact, no one seemed to notice them.
They passed a few clothing boutiques and then approached a door lined with black paper. The sign on the door said OPEN. She looked to the glass window, also blacked out, and read the name, Frisk!
“What is this place?”
“Come on,” they said simultaneously as they shuffled her through the door. She frowned. It looked like a video store at first sight. Then she noticed the pictures on the DVD covers. “These are dirty movies!” she hissed.
Sean chuckled and Mason said, “I know.”
Momentarily mesmerized by the nude poses on the covers lined up in display, her pulse quickened and her panties moistened. Liberty looked over both her shoulders. The only other person in the store was a large man behind the counter. He was chewing on a straw and wore wide rainbow suspenders over the bulging stomach peeking over the waistband of his pants.
“Why are we here?” she whispered.
“We’re shopping,” Mason whispered back, clearly mocking her.
She looked to Sean for assistance, but he looked away and said, “Come on.”
She followed them past three racks of pornography. There were displays of magazines, condoms, and erotic romance novels dispersed throughout the store as well. Liberty felt the blood rushing to the surface of her cheeks. Mason and Sean disappeared through a doorway hidden by a beaded curtain and she paused. A large hand reached out through the beads and tugged her to the other side.
She looked around the room. Colors collided and she tried to take in everything she was seeing. Sean and Mason watched her. Her mouth hung open and she slowly turned. Dildos, vibrators, costumes, cuffs, whips, and things she didn’t even know the names of hung from every square inch of each wall.
Two racks stood in the center of the wall. She stepped forward and her hand reached out to touch a long chain hanging from a spoke. Two feathery fuzz balls dangled from each end. Was it a necklace?
“They’re clamps,” Sean said, coming to stand beside her. He picked up the chain and she noticed rhinestones attached to the black feathery parts.
“Clamps?”
“Yeah,” he held the fuzzy parts up to his chest. “Nipple clamps.”
Liberty’s eyes went wide. Who would want a clamp on their nipple? Mason laughed and put his arm around her shoulder. “Here, baby, come over here. Don’t let Sean freak you out. What do you think of these?”
She looked at the rows and rows of vibrators. Her eyes caught on the small silver one she recognized. She reached for it.
“Do you like that one?”
“It’s awfully small,” Sean commented and Mason scowled at him.
“Would you like me to buy that for you, Lib?” Mason asked. She retracted her hand and looked down. Mason waited a moment then pulled the package off the wall. He quickly read the back. “If you like this one I’ll get it for you.”
Crap. She sighed and mumbled, “I already have it.”
Sean snorted and Mason stilled. “Come again?”
She let out a frustrated breath and faced him. “I already own that vibrator.”
Her husband’s eyebrows practically disappeared in his hairline. “You do? Oh, okay.” Sean was cracking up. Mason put the package back on the wall and faced her again. “Do you have any other toys I should know about?”
“No.”
“And how did you manage to procure that one?”
“I ordered it out of a beauty magazine.”
“They sell this stuff in beauty magazines?”
“Well, yes and no. They call them ‘massagers’ in the magazine, but everyone knows what they really are.”
“Okay then.” Mason turned and she wasn’t sure if she’d upset him.
“I’ve only had it for three months.”
Mason pinched the bridge of his nose. She turned to see where Sean disappeared. He was on the other side of the room, his arms laden with items. He removed a white lab coat from the wall. When he saw her watching him he paused. “What?”