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Relief poured through her tight muscles.

She was being silly. It was the toys, not Mark, causing her to feel so much pleasure. What girl’s world wouldn’t be rocked by a vibrating cock ring, not to mention two or three? She was being an idiot, anyway. Who cared about the whys when there was a beautiful, naked man within arm’s length and he had a ring wrapped around him that guaranteed ecstasy?

His cock leaped again, catching her attention. She pointed at the condom in his hand. “Suit up.” It was time for them to get back to work.

Chapter Eleven

Mark pushed away from his computer and rose to pace across his office, scrubbing his hands over his thighs in an attempt to get rid of his raging erection.

Sologirl’s latest report was displayed on his screen. As always, his dick had responded immediately to her X-rated descriptions, but this time his reaction was even more intense because he didn’t have to depend on his imagination to flesh out the fantasy. He had his memories. Vivid memories. Unforgettable.

What would he bring her tonight? The Jungle Gym? No, ultra-supportive sex cushions were probably too intense for a third date. Leather Cage? Uh, ditto. He wanted to take her something that wouldn’t require a warm-up or an “I’m not a deviant” disclaimer.

Shit, thinking about their date tonight wasn’t helping him get rid of his boner. He returned to his computer and opened the DoublePlay prototype list. At least if he made his choice now, he might be able to get some work done today.

He found inspiration among the butt plugs.

There were six different models. His cell phone rang while he was deciding which one, or maybe two, he would bring to Alisa’s apartment tonight.

“You’re interrupting DoublePlay progress,” he said when he accepted the call.

“What progress? Did you get a loan I don’t know about?” Ryan asked.

“Nope, but I’ll have the line ready to go into production next month.”

“Not possible. It took us forever to hash out the SoloPlay Originals, and we haven’t even screened the applicants for DoublePlay yet.”

“Yeah, I kind of took care of that already.”

“You did? How?”

“By finding Sologirl,” Mark admitted against his better judgment.

“Explain.”

Reluctantly, Mark told him about his idea for Sologirl testing the DoublePlay line by herself and how she had initially declined.

“Oh shit. Do you know how much trouble SoloPlay could get into for breaking privacy laws? If your employees think their personal info is public knowledge among the staff, you’ll be up to your ears in lawsuits—”

“Cool it. I wrote our privacy policy. As the owner of the company, I have legal access to personal information if I need it to perform a specific job.”

“You are skirting the letter of the law there, buddy, and you know it. Tell me it was just an e-mail. Tell me you didn’t actually talk to her.” Ryan sounded panicked.

His silence answered the question. Ryan groaned. “Oh, man. Did you call her?”

“No, I went to see her at work.” His voice was grim because he knew exactly what Ryan was going to say.

“Oh thank God. So you’ll only be dealing with a sexual harassment lawsuit. Those are easy to win.” The sarcasm stung, and he deserved it more than Ryan knew.

Mark forced a chuckle. “Relax. She said yes. Sologirl and her…partner,” he stumbled over the lie of omission, “will have the DoublePlay line culled down to eight products within a month, maybe a little longer,” he amended, wondering how fast they could really work their way through the prototypes. “Don’t you remember her from the surveys I sent you?” It was impossible for him to believe Ryan didn’t recall Sologirl’s uniquely sensual descriptions.

“The BodyVibe marathon girl, right?”

“Exactly. We don’t need anybody else. She can pick the winners and save us a bundle of money at the same time. She hasn’t been wrong yet, has she?”

“But we’ve had other data to back her up. This makes me nervous. It isn’t like you to do something this extreme without consulting me.”

“You’re my financial adviser, Ryan. Not my business partner.”

“I’m your friend, too, and you’re acting like an idiot. Get more data.”

“I don’t need more data.” Mark dug in his heels.

“Then send me her reports so you’ll have another opinion.”

“I’m not going to do that either, you pervert.” Primarily because he didn’t want Ryan getting off on his sex life. “Trust me. She can do this.”

“So how did you find her?” Ryan’s voice held curiosity and sudden suspicion.

Mark thought of Crystal, and, again, that strange frisson of memory plagued him. “Divine inspiration and good instincts.”

“Fucking great. You’re counting on your instincts and one woman’s opinion to launch a million-dollar line of toys.”

“Gotta go,” Mark said, anxious to get back to his perusal of butt plugs. “I’ll let you know when the new line is ready to roll.”

“You do that. Good luck, buddy.” Ryan hung up first.

Guilt nagged at him. After all, Ryan was having a logical reaction. For all his jokes and his devil-may-care attitude, Ryan was one cautious son of a bitch, and if he knew the full extent of Mark’s transgressions, he’d have lawyers pounding down the door just to cover SoloPlay’s ass.

Mark banished his misgivings. He was more sure than ever that this was the best and fastest way to bring the line to market. She
would
pick the winners, and he would be with her every step of the way. He couldn’t doubt himself now, especially after last night. He knew what Sologirl could do. Her sexual responsiveness was astounding.

After their shower last night, she had heated up their leftovers from the night before so they could chow down in her small dining room. She’d been wearing a short robe that had fallen open in all kinds of interesting ways during dinner. Even after coming twice, he was ready for her again. Unfortunately, he’d only brought the three cock rings with him. He’d been on the verge of asking her if she wanted to give her favorite ring another test ride when she had yawned. Feeling like an ungrateful beast, he had said good night and asked when he could come back. Her assurance that she was free every night this week had elated him, and he had driven home grinning like an idiot.

Realizing he was daydreaming, Mark brought his attention back to the computer screen. He quickly sent a requisition to product development for all six models and called in a massive take-out order to the Italian restaurant on the corner of her street. If he was going to make her work every night, the least he could do was feed her.

Alisa opened the door.

“Ladies’ choice,” Mark said, striding into her apartment with his briefcase in one hand and a large sack cradled in his other arm. “Food first?” He waggled his eyebrows up and down and held up his briefcase. “Or later?”

“Depends on what’s on the menu,” she responded slyly.

“Chicken Parmesan, antipasto salad, tiramisu—”

“That wasn’t the menu I was talking about.” Although the fact that he had brought dessert guaranteed she would do anything he desired.

“Butt plugs,” he said easily, reminding her of the first time she had met Crystal. He set the bag of food on her kitchen counter and walked toward her carrying the briefcase. Her heart began to flutter. She had already changed her panties twice since she had gotten home from work and now they were damp again. He took her hand and pulled her over to the couch, drawing her down into his lap.

He smelled like fresh soap and clean male, and she wanted to lick his neck. Heeding a flash of anxiety, she resisted the urge to melt into his large frame. They had only
really
known each other for three days, unless their e-mails counted as an introduction. Although they had done quite a few intimate acts together, she shouldn’t want to cuddle with him.

“Everything okay?” he asked, pulling her astride him on the couch. Her jean skirt rode up her thighs, bringing the wet center of her panties in contact with his erection.

She grinned. “I guess I know where you stand on dinner versus other.”

“Not necessarily,” he said mysteriously. “I believe in multitasking.” His hands slid under the back of her skirt and cupped her ass.

“How do you mean?” she gasped.

His fingers flirted with the rim of her panties and then slid underneath to tease the crack of her ass, sliding up and down, not penetrating, but not tickling either, staying right in the middle, giving her just enough sensation to drive her more firmly into his lap. “We could insert the first plug and then have dinner. Unless you think you’ll lose your appetite?” he said.

Her mouth fell open, then shut.

The man was diabolical.

He reached over to open the briefcase. “I brought quite a selection.”

“No kidding.” They were all bright blue, and there were at least a half dozen of them, in varying sizes. Instantly, she was reliving the memory of last night, with his cock swelling in her ass while she longed for more to fill her.

Her hand was drawn to the smallest one first, although the one with the knobs and ridges looked intriguing. Best to start small, she imagined. She moved to get off his lap and gestured down the hall to the bathroom. “Do you want me to go put it, uh—”

“And ruin my fun?” His pale eyes blazed. “No way, Sologirl. Bottoms up.”

He lowered her, face-first, to the couch. She felt she should protest something, but she wasn’t sure what. Her undignified position? His high-handed treatment of her body? Before she could decide, he pushed her skirt up around her waist and pulled her panties down around her knees. She felt cool air on her engorged pussy and shuddered, pressing her forehead into the couch.

His cool finger probed between her butt cheeks and she tensed. “Just lube,” he reassured her. She tried to focus on the sexy sensation of his slippery finger readying her asshole, but couldn’t because her teeth were imbedded in her lower lip. The sharp pain in her lip was distracting.

When the tip of something smooth and hard pressed against her anus, seeking entrance, she flinched automatically. It felt big and she wasn’t ready.

“God, your ass is beautiful,” he said, running his hands from her waist to her knees. “I’m so hard right now, I’m not sure I’m going to be able to sit across from you without attacking you.” She felt his teeth nip her ass and she giggled. His words lit a spark within her and she pressed toward the plug. He groaned louder than she did when it sank into her ass.

His fingers held the plug deep within her while her body involuntarily spasmed around the device, getting used to its girth. His other hand grasped her hip in a bruising grip that aroused her even more than the pressure of the plug. Her pussy began to throb in time with her pulse, and she was certain she would come instantly if he touched her clit, even by accident.

“You have no idea how much I want to flip you over and drive my cock into your pussy,” he said as he pressed his face against her lower back.

“I think you’d better,” she begged. Her breath was escaping in short, panting breaths that did nothing to clear the haze of lights dancing before her eyes. She needed him to fill her, complete her. Now that she knew how much he wanted her, she was ready for anything.

Mark hesitated for a long moment.

Disappointment and frustration shot through her when he dragged her panties over the plug and pulled the hem of her skirt down to her knees. She released her breath with a groan as he raised her slowly to her feet.

Her ass clenched around the plug and her knees buckled. He caught her around the waist with one arm, looking into her face. He tapped his finger gently against her abused lower lip. “Everything okay?”

“Fine, now,” she said breathlessly.

His blue eyes were sober, a little angry. He held her tightly. “You have to tell me if something makes you uncomfortable. I need to know what you are feeling every minute.”

His concern made her heart pound, and that was a dangerous thing.
He’s doing his job
, she reminded herself.
He doesn’t care about me, just the way the toys make me feel.

Alisa reached up to wrap her arms around his neck, desperate to reassure him quickly. She didn’t want him to know that she was discovering DoublePlay required more than kinky toys and a good supply of batteries. He might want to stop and take notes. She whispered in his ear, “I’m enjoying it, I swear. I just wasn’t sure you were.” Damn, she hadn’t meant to say that last bit.

He pressed closer until she could feel his cock, hard against her belly. “You don’t have to worry about me.” He leaned down to drop a light kiss on her lips, but she held him to her mouth, aching for him to finish what he had started. The plug in her ass made her feel breathless and needy. She reached for his belt.

“Down, girl. Isn’t this part of the fun?” He held her a few inches away from his chest, clever hands spreading heat. It took her a moment to realize that she was actually
enjoying
this crazy state of arousal. Delaying their play was much like delaying her orgasm during masturbation. The eventual satisfaction would be that much sweeter. She was also enjoying his excitement and the way he was looking at her. It made her feel powerful to know that their play was having such an effect on him too.

She allowed him to draw her slowly toward the kitchen, where he washed his hands before taking a seat at her dining room table. He watched her walk back and forth from the kitchen to the table with their dinners. His hot gaze made her feel like
she
was dinner, and she gloried in it.

“Can I help?” he asked.

“No thanks. I’m enjoying myself.” Her panties rubbed wetly between her thighs. Her nipples brushed back and forth beneath her shirt because she hadn’t bothered with a bra. The friction was exquisite, and she hoped he could see the hard points through her thin shirt.

Finally, she sank down across from him and eased back in her chair. She looked at him from under lowered lashes, feeling dreamy, wet and ready.

If she had thought he looked carved from cold stone the first time she saw him, he looked carved from solid lava rock now. His jaw was hard and his eyes were narrow slits of blue. His hands were clenched into fists. Oh, this was fabulous fun. He looked ready to—