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And stopped. The thick rug, usually immaculate, had been transformed into an island. A large blanket spread out like a tent. Pillows stacked into a fortress. Poppy’s stuffed animals scattered everywhere. A unicorn. A rabbit with one ear permanently shorter than the other. A Barbie with tangled hair from too many “adventures.” A rubber dinosaur that appeared out of nowhere and refused to go extinct. In the middle of it all, Poppy was asleep.

The third game is my favorite. Piper pulls out a big ball of yarn and hands everyone plastic baby dolls, the kind that fits in your palm. “Swaddle Race,” she says. “Fastest and tightest baby wrap wins. Bonus points if your baby doesn’t look like a burrito that got hit by a truck.”

"Uh... I think... I think it was Dean. Yeah. He couldn't go to sleep without cuddling that thing up until he was ten!" A chuckle left my mouth with a slight easiness. "Wow, I should have known." There were other things in the box, yoyos, a toy tennis racket, small balls of different colors and designs, trucks, cars, toy blocks, so many different kinds of toys. A small paint brush with purple paint at the tip caught my attention. Picking it up, I trailed my hand across the plastic features, the hard plastic designed for the tip which was supposed to be made of feathers.

"Why do you care?" "I asked first." "I asked second." He kissed me. It wasn't gentle. It wasn't asking permission. It was punishment and possession and desperation tangled together, his hands in my hair, my back against the door, teeth catching on my lower lip. I let him. For a moment. Then I shoved him back. "No." "Sera—" "I'm not your plaything anymore, Dante." "Anymore?" He stared at me. "Is that what you think you were?"

She had to marvel at the technology they used to paint. Because no matter what you did and how you rotated it, you could see the butterfly. "This one looks like a spinner." It was exactly like a fidget spinner. And to top it all, they were all in different shapes and sizes. Lia's mom picked a palm-sized one. "I like this one. This one looks like a parrot." Seeing her mother smiling, Lia nodded. "What did you get for others?" "I bought a cat-themed one for Jake, a lemon one for Chris, a robot one for Asher. I didn't pick for Aster and Marvin I got a guitar one for Oggy, a flower-themed one for Grandpa Lexor, and a colorful one for Grandpa Butler."

said Melani looking at them . " ......Dadada ! Da da ! Dada ? " said Rei , showing then two stuffed toys , a spiderman, and a batman . " If you like them , you can get the both of them . " said Claire . " Dada ! " smiled Rei happily . ' .........Hmmmmm.......As for me........which one suits me the most ?.............. ' thought Claire looking at the dolls and the keychains . While Melani bought the bear and the two stuffed toys Rei wanted , Rei turned his head and saw another kid rushing in the direction of a giant yellow thing . When he saw the giant yellow Haribo bear holding red-hearted ballons , Rei smiled and rushed to him .

“I guess you were serious about training in Texas.” “I don’t joke when it comes to my training, Perrin,” I chide, swiping my large bunny rabbit stuffed animal off the counter. “Are you going to hold this for me like a real date would?” A grin slipped to the side of his mouth. “Of course.” A half hour later, Perrin was also toting around a stuffed tiger, a stuffed rainbow unicorn, two small frog toys, and a purple flower pillow. “You know,” he said from somewhere behind the unicorn’s oversized body, “we could probably stop playing games.”

“And here you are.” Noah’s stomach twisted. “You don’t own me.” “Don’t I?” Blackwell leaned back in his chair, calm. “If I told you to kneel right now, you would.” Noah’s throat went dry. He hated the way his body reacted, heat already pooling low. “You’re sick.” “And you’re mine.” The air was heavy, silence pressing in around them. Noah’s heart thumped so hard he swore Blackwell could hear it. Finally Noah snapped, stepping forward, slamming his palms on the desk. “I’m not your toy. You can’t keep using me like this. I’m not—”

It was made of tufted black leather and fur. On the left side of the bed was a see-through classy-looking cabinet full of sex toys on every rack. There were some I had never even seen before. All I recognized were the different types of vibrators. There was the rabbit, different-sized ones, sucking vibrators, and others for clitoral stimulation. I recognized anal plugs, nipple clamps, a nipple suction tube, feathers, and different types of handcuffs with different types of textures.

“You’re having fun too.” “I’m tolerating it.” “Liar.” Because he might have been right. We passed a series of game stalls, each one louder than the last. People shouting, bells ringing, prizes hanging everywhere. Ryker slowed down, eyes scanning everything. Then he stopped. “This one,” he said. I followed his gaze. A dart game. Balloons lined up in rows, prizes hanging above them—cheap stuffed animals in every shape and color. And then I saw it. A penguin.