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I watch from my doorway. The sway of her hips calling to something primal in me, or maybe it’s the fact that once her door closes, I know what she’ll be doing in there. We’ve had plenty of product testers, but none that I wanted to kiss, hold, or possess in the way I want Janey Pickle.
One look at my disorganized office and my hard-on wanes. I have to focus, get settled and make a plan. The problem is, I’ve never been a planner. My success is built on seeing an opportunity and seizing it. Poor Janey didn’t even know what she signed on for when she walked into this office.
I set my eyes on her and by the end of the day she’ll be in my arms, and if I haven’t lost my touch, tonight she’ll be in my bed.
One look around my office and I see a dozen places where Janey will give herself to me. Against the wall, the door, the desk, the chair—the phone rings pulling me out of my fantasy. It’s Brad.
“What do you want?” My voice is gruff from being cock-blocked even if it was just a fantasy.
“What crawled up your ass? Did the little librarian not show up to work?”
If Brad were here, he’d be wearing my fist. “No, she’s here, and don’t call her a librarian.”
A moment of silence hung in the air. “You’re the one that said she looked like a librarian.” In the background, machinery chugs to life as the factory began its day.
“She’s…listen man. I’m in trouble here. She’s…mine.”
“Oh shit…like yours as in you’ve had her or yours as in you want to test her out?”
“You’re an asshole. Janey isn’t the kind of girl you test out. She’s the kind of girl you commit to and keep.”
Brad’s laughter fills the room despite his absence. “Dude, you’re going to need a lawyer if you move on that shit.”
“Well, get one on speed dial because I can’t control my feelings. There’s something there I want to explore.”
“Don’t fuck us all over because you can’t keep your dick in your pants.”
“Has this ever been a problem for me?” It pisses me off that Brad assumes I’ll screw up the business, but in reality, I may just do that.
“No, but Cindy had the face of a Shar-Pei.”
The visual made me chuckle, even though the woman wasn’t more than fifty, she’d spent too much time in the sun, and her skin was like dried leather.
“And the body of a trucker,” Brad added. “You know what you’re doing, and if you don’t you need to figure it out right away. Don’t screw it up for all of us. Not many people are hiring a cock manufacturer these days.”
He hung up, and I plopped myself down at my desk. I’d heard of instant attraction, but I never experienced it until Janey walked into my office. I knew I was sunk the minute she saw the wall of toys and stayed. Janey was either fearless or desperate and I planned to figure out which it was.
Five
Janey
It was all I could do to walk away from the man. Hell, he brought me coffee, and that was the best foreplay in my book. And the way he looks at me like he wants to gobble me whole or lick me into a quivering mess.
I flop down on the chaise and dig into my purse for The Stimulator. Knowing I won’t be able to enjoy it at home, I brought it back to the office. Its sleek silver coating heats in my hand.
I look toward my door and back at the little thing that resembles a bullet. Could I? Should I? I look around my office at all the sex toys. Each one holds its own allure. All of them foreign to a girl whose last boyfriend thought missionary was the only way to do it.
Many of the toys were made for partner play, and I considered what type of man would indulge in something like a clit pump or anal beads. Caine Stark is who. One more glance around the room and I was past yesterday’s thought of, I’d never masturbate at work, to what can one time hurt? My final justification was the fact that this was my job. Who in the hell got paid to pleasure themselves? I did.
I hike my dress to my hips and push my panties aside. Slick with arousal, I run my fingers through my folds and shiver. It has been way too long and after the almost big O last night I am sorely in need of a release. Add to that the constant pull of my sexy boss, and all I need is a quick stroke and I’ll be over the edge.
I close my eyes and flick on the vibrating bean and settle it between my legs. A jolt of pleasure shoots through me but it doesn’t take me over the edge like I think it will. Being a walking exposed nerve ending is new to me. One look at Caine Stark and I know I’m in trouble. His presence is like a live wire arcing through my body and settling on my clit each time we’re together. My brain tells me he’s trouble. My body and heart tell me he’s going to be worth it.
His heated eyes stare back at me in my fantasy. His hands roam my body. His tongue licks and sucks at me. My hips rise to meet him. He hums against my sex. The vibration so powerful it sets me free. I ride the orgasm through the hills and valleys and finally lay limp on the white settee. All alone with my dress hiked to my waist, a vibrating toy in my hand, and my fantasy of Caine I fall asleep only to wake up to a knock at my door.
Shit. I scramble to my feet. “Coming.” I call out and immediately want to melt into the floor. “Just a second.” I pull my dress down and smooth it over my thighs before I open the door to find Caine.
“Are you hungry?” He leans against the door frame in that nonchalant, sexy-as-hell way men do that shows off every muscle in their chest and arms. He looks past me to the chaise. “Build up an appetite?”
