“We’ve got another delivery,” he said. “Can you take it into town?”
“Yeah, sure,” Boaz said, already stepping in to help.
They worked side by side, folding boxes, weighing out tea leaves, sealing each order. When they were done, Boaz tucked the order under his arm and headed out to his truck without another word.
The drive into town passed in a blur. His hands were on the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road, but his mind drifted. He barely noticed the familiar streets, the small shops with their quaint, hand-painted signs that always made him smile.
He dropped off the order at the delivery service, exchanged a few brief words, and left just as quickly.
He should have gone straight back home. Instead, he wandered aimlessly around town.
And that was when he saw it.
A small store tucked at the edge of town.The Haven Adult Toy Store.
The name was painted neatly across the glass, and in the window sat a collection of sex toys. Rows of them in different shapes and colors.
Boaz slowed as a cock-shaped toy caught his eye.
He found himself stepping closer without thinking, as if drawn in by something he couldn’t quite explain. And before he could question it, he was already reaching for the door. The bell above it jingled softly as he pushed it open and stepped inside.
The store was larger than it had seemed from the outside. Shelves lined every wall, filled with an assortment of toys. At the back, a heavy black curtain hung from ceiling to floor, concealing whatever lay beyond.
A throat clearing broke the silence. Boaz turned toward it, startled.
He hadn’t even realized someone else was in the store.
Behind the counter stood a young man, smiling faintly before stepping around it to approach him. He was smaller than Boaz, his head barely reaching his shoulder, but there was something relaxing about his presence.
“Hey, sorry. I didn’t see you there,” Boaz said sheepishly.
“It’s fine,” the man replied easily. “I’m London. May I help you make a selection?”
“Uh…”
Boaz turned away, suddenly overwhelmed, his gaze flicking over the shelves without really seeing anything. He didn’t even know why he’d come in here.
But deep down, he did.
It was that damn finger in his ass. He was intrigued.
“It’s overwhelming, isn’t it?” London said with an easy smile.
“I…”
“I know,” London continued as if Boaz hadn’t spoken. He stepped to the nearest shelf, looking up at the toys. “There are so many.”
“Yes,” Boaz said, relaxing a little as he looked around him.
“Is the toy for yourself?” he asked.
Boaz froze.
“Not to worry. I’ve got you,” London said, moving to another shelf. “We have fleshlights, cock rings, and dolls.” He pointed at each toy as he walked down the line. Boaz’s gaze skipped to the very end where they had the cock-shaped toys.
“I’ll take that one,” he said, lifting his hand and pointing to a soft purple one. It was slim, almost delicate in shape. Something he could handle.
London paused for a second, his eyes widening just slightly, the flicker of surprise hard to miss, but he recovered quickly. The expression smoothed from his face, replaced by a professional smile.