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"Hmmm." Tanya's response was breathless, already feeling the weight of her responsibilities dissolving at the mere prospect of surrendering to the machine's—and Vigo's—expertise.
He was a wizard. It was like he'd crawled into her brain and plucked out exactly what she needed. Hopefully, he hadn't made any mistakes in his calculations that she'd have to adjust for.
She climbed into the recliner, the leather cool against her skin. As she settled back, she felt the anticipation coiling within her, a tangible force that threatened to unravel her composure. She didn't slide up her skirt. She waited for him to do that.
Once again, the man didn't disappoint. His gaze latched on to her, asking for consent. She gave him a nod as she pressed her thighs together to give him ease of access to her lower body.
The cool of the leather warmed her ass as her bare cheeks came to rest in the chair’s cushion. Vigo's fingers were warm, and those calluses were rough as he wrapped his index fingers and thumbs around the elastic of her underwear and tugged them down. The descent was slow, and for a moment, she thought he might leave her thong wrapped around her ankles to prevent her escape. She felt the result of that wicked thought as desire pooled between her legs, slipping past her perineum and into her ass crack.
He didn't leave her panties at her ankles. He folded them neatly and placed them on the table next to the blueprint. She should feel exposed. Instead, she felt impatient to begin.
Vigo moved closer, his fingers deft as he attached the vibrator and dildo. His hands, precise and knowing, brushed against her thighs, sending a jolt of electricity up her spine. Surprisingly, the attachment was warm as it sought entrance.
"There's a button for lubrication," he said as though he'd heard her question. "It can be refilled after every ten uses."
The man was a genius. She would've told him so, except she was inhaling sharply as he inserted the dildo into her core. The base of the vibrator lay snug against her clit. Truth be told, she would've come right then and there if not for professional pride.
"Comfortable?" His question was a soft murmur, his eyes searching hers.
"Hmmm" was all she could manage. Her heart thudded in her chest at his machinations.
She wished he'd just close the distance and end the torturous dance of almost-touches. But he pulled back, professionalism reasserting itself like a cold shower. It left behind a trail of disappointment that wound its way through her veins.
"Let's begin then," he said, all business once again, pressing a button that brought the machine—and an indescribable sensation—to life.
Tanya's disappointment disappeared. The hum of the vibrator filled the space between them, inside of her, surrounding her. The soft hum of the vibrator began as a whisper, escalating into a promise that filled the room and resonated within her. She closed her eyes, letting the slow seduction of the machine's rhythmic motion coax her away from the precipice of stress.
As the vibrations intensified, so did the pull within her. The workload, the upcoming assessment, the need to prove herself—all of it dissipated like mist under the morning sun. Her body became a vessel of pure sensation, every nerve ending singing as if part of a grander symphony orchestrated by Vigo's handiwork.
"Good?" He was close, his presence a grounding force amidst the storm of pleasure building within her.
Her response was lost in a moan as her body began to undulate. She needed more. Wanted more. But at the same time, she wanted exactly the rhythm the device was giving her.
And then, just as soon as her mind said it was enough, it gave her more.
Of their own accord, her inner muscles tightened around the dildo nestled snuggly inside her. It too was vibrating—right against her G-spot. It too was giving her exactly the pressure she needed, and then just as soon as her mind said it was enough, the dildo gave her more pressure.
She couldn't charge forward. She couldn't retreat. Surrender was the only option. And so she did.
The orgasm rose up like a tidal wave, but one she'd seen coming for miles and miles as she'd drifted purposefully toward it. The waters rose and rose, higher and higher over her head, until the inevitable crash of ecstasy pulled her under and washed away all thoughts.
Tanya had no idea how long she was left drowning in pleasure. At some point, the gentle vibrations that followed were a tender caress, guiding her slowly back to reality, a soothing balm to the intensity that had just rocked her being.
"What did you think? Any notes for improvement?"
"It was perfect."
CHAPTER6
VIGO
Vigo adjusted his glasses as he watched Tanya unfurl charts like a general before battle. He'd seen the woman writhe with pleasure, but watching her command the room was somehow hotter. Likely because intelligent, capable women had always turned him on.
The air buzzed with electricity. Not just from the prototype humming on the table between them, but from the kinetic force that was Tanya Kringle in her element. Even though that element was in his lab and not in a conference room. She'd insisted they do their presentation here for effect.
"Projected growth is exponential," she said, tapping the graph with a slender finger that Vigo found himself following. "Our focus groups have never been more enthusiastic."
"Enthusiasm translates to sales," Nick Kringle chimed in, his eyes sweeping over the data with a businessman's hunger. "Impressive, Tanya."
