Chapter 14

“What basket?”

Shit.

Had she said that out loud? Ariella groaned at her faux pas having neglected mentioning the dildo basket and chew toys, for obvious reasons.

“Show him, honey!” Patricia laughed from her perch on one of the stools surrounding the kitchen counter, and Ariella’s eyes landed on her nosy matriarch.

How had she missed the fact her own mother was sitting there listening to them?

“Mom,” she moaned and closed her eyes.

Just then Brock leaned over and nuzzled her neck, the little gesture of affection did more for her than any number of cups of coffee. And the fact he did it in front of her mother?

Sigh. Huge bonus points for her little Pookie.

She’d dubbed him that after a bout of tickling last night where she’d tried to make him heel using the names Fido and Spot. Of course, by the time she’d gotten to Pookie, she had his balls in her hand, literally, and smart man that he was, he gave in. The nickname was going to stick, but only in the bedroom she’d promised.