Chapter 39

“It didn’t fit in the egg?”

“Erm…No, it fit in the egg.”

Something small, then. Maybe a butt plug? Tristan sucked in a breath. He wanted to rip Aiden’s jeans off, trail the crease between his buttocks until his fingers brushed upon the handle. Tristan could imagine what it would look like, snug inside Aiden, a gleaming jewel on the end. He knew it would have one, because Aiden had shown him on a website exactly which one he wanted: a steel plug with a pink gem on the handle. Tristan wanted to trace his tongue over Aiden’s skin stretched around the smooth metal.

He hoped it was a butt plug. It would explain why Aiden had had trouble sitting still during dinner.