He bought me presents all the time. So I bought him one.

“I got you something,” I said, dropping my bag by the front door. I kicked off my high heels and hung my jacket on the wall peg.

Jackson looked up, one eyebrow cocked in surprise. “Did you?” He smiled.

I didn’t smile. Instead, I unzipped my skirt and dropped it on the floor with my shoes. I unbuttoned my blouse and took it off, too. Then I tossed that onto the growing pile. I stood there in my black bra and panties and toed the bag. “Open it.”

“It’s in your bag?”

“It is.”

I’d stopped at the sex toy shop that had just opened in our kitschy little neighborhood. There I’d seen the perfect thing for my Jackson. I didn’t let my... Read More