“You need a jumbo size vagina for that,” Michelle answered, tapping a fingernail against the fleshy dildo that could likely double as a truck.

Sutton set the toy that neither woman would be buying back on its shelf. “Seriously, I do not want to feel as if I’m fucking a truck when Reeve is away on shoots,” Sutton said. She had freely admitted to spending more time with her toys while her actor husband was shooting a new movie in Canada. “Anyway, we’re not here for me. We’re here for you.”

They wandered away from the alien-size dildos at Eden on the Upper East Side to a classier section of the still-quite-classy shop. Michelle had scanned the sidewalk up and down before they’d entered the store, then had been careful to survey the shop itself to make sure the coast was clear. Sure, a patient could walk in at any given moment, but she was taking her chances anyway because she didn’t want to wait for an online delivery.

A flurry of tingles rushed down Michelle’s spine as she spotted The One. Jack hadn’t used that toy on her, but still, just knowing that he’d played a role in its creation excited her. Then again, most things he did thrilled her. Their first two weeks together had been nothing short of spectacular. It was everything he’d promised when he’d made his most unusual proposition. Nights of bliss. Nights of pleasure. Nights with him were that and only that. They’d laughed, and teased, and flirted, and then they’d fucked. Every time, she’d felt as if he were fucking the hurt and the longing away. The ache inside of her from the last several unwanted years was being erased. Jack Sullivan was a crash course in learning to heal.

She had something in mind for him. He’d had a busy week, so she wanted to surprise him with a treat. She and Sutton perused a section of the store with smaller toys.

“What does one get for the man who makes these things?” Sutton mused.

“It is quite a quandary, isn’t it?”

“I mean, it’s not as if you’re going to peg him.”

Michelle cracked up, one hand on her belly reining in a huge laugh. “I’m absolutely not ever going to peg him, or another man. I like my men to be men. And I like their assholes to remain virgins,” she said in a whisper as she draped an arm around her friend.

Sutton raised an imaginary glass. “To virgin assholes. May they always remain un-penetrated.”

“I’ll drink to that.”

Michelle spotted the gift that she wanted for Jack. She snatched it off the shelf, marched to the counter, purchased it, and then left with Sutton.

“How are things with you?” Michelle asked. “Do you miss Reeve, with him in Vancouver right now?”

“Terribly,” Sutton said, clutching her heart. “I should be used to it, but I’m not.”

Sutton and Reeve had been together for two years, married for one. A powerful casting director, she’d helped him earn his first big break, but once he nabbed the role in Escorted Lives, his career took off like a shot.