Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 154890 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154890 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
She’d have a fit if she saw how sex with Whit leaves me.
No, my living arrangements were not conducive to any sex toy but my hand, meaning my fingers and I are very intimately acquainted.
Where was I? Oh, right. The massive, powered schlong weighing my arm down. The wand named The Pandora, I assume because of the havoc it could wreak on your box.
Placing it down on the desk, I swipe my phone out from the pocket of my swishy skirt and take a quick snap. I send it to Whit, along with a text, as my chest moves with a burbling giggle.
Are you expanding the business? VirTu banking and sex toy parties?
Party for two?
There are enough to share, but I don’t think I’ll mention that, not on the back of our tentative agreement. Just be with me. I promise I won’t fall in love with you.
Is it too early or too late for this heart pang of regret?
He won’t fall for me, which was the point of my fake dating schtick. Maybe not the whole point, but it’s too late to try to protect myself. If I’m honest with myself, which, as a rule, I try to be, I was already fooling myself Sunday morning when I told him of my stupid plans.
But what’s done is done, and I’ve proven to myself this year that I’m a lot stronger than I look. I was strong enough to come here, to stand in the face of my parents' fear and disappointment. I was strong enough to fight for Whit. When the time comes, I know I’ll be strong enough to walk away. My heart might break, but at that point, what difference will it make?
I forcibly push away the thoughts (compartmentalizing is my jam) as my phone vibrates. It’s in good company, I think with a snicker.
I pull it from the pocket of my shirt dress sparing a glance at all the vibratory things. Plus lube and cleaning wipes and… I’m momentarily distracted by a black satin mask.
I hope you’re not trying to find a polite way of telling me you play well with others…
What? Oh, sex toy parties. Or maybe plain old sex parties would be more Whit’s lane.
I was thinking that maybe you sent me these as some kind of trail incentive. Sort of: sign up to the VirTu banking app and we’ll make sure your banking goes with a bang!
Each one of those toys is an incentive itself, chosen to give you pleasure. Solo or otherwise.
My poor heart, my poor panties, I think as I use my index finger to straighten the tiniest of the toys as a fragment of memory flickers in my head. A little bullet for you to press to your clit when you think of me.
Also, maybe I should move you to the marketing department.
Would it be a promotion?
My phone vibrates with a call in my hand.
“You’re going nowhere.” His voice takes on a husky edge. “Unless you count riding my cock as some kind of promotion.”
“It sure is an incentive.” I find myself matching his tone.
“Bad timing,” he utters unhappily. “I was hoping to be there when your new toy box arrived.”
“Oh no.” My answer is wavery with amusement when it should be full of warning. “Between office hours, ours is a professional relationship.” Whit begins to grumble, but I just talk over him. “It’s no good complaining, these are your rules.”
“Rules are made to be broken.”
“Such a bad example to set, Mr. CEO,” I reply, picking up one of the more ergonomic sex toys. It sort of looks like a pebble and fits into the palm of my hand.
“As is my prerogative, Miss Sexy Secretary.” His stern voice sends a zing of something down my spine.
“That’s Miss Executive PA to you. Miss Sexy Executive PA, even.”
“You’re such a hot fuck, Miss Sexy Secretary. I wonder, what would you take down for me if I was there?” My body reacts viscerally to his base suggestion, a throbbing pulse running through me like the beat of a sensual drum. “And I don’t mean like memo.”
“What do you mean?”
“Oh, I think you know,” he purrs in return. “In fact, why don’t you do it now?”
“What?” Is it me, or has someone turned off the air in here?
“Take down your underwear.”
“That sounds suspiciously like it falls under the category of shenanigans.” My voice sounds a little reedy as I drop into his extremely comfortable leather chair and literally fan my face. Vibrators and sexy talk on a weekday afternoon? The man has no boundaries. And I like it. “And as I’ve already explained, Mr bad boy CEO, I’m a good girl who doesn’t like to break the rules.”
“You lie because you’re most certainly sitting in my chair.”
“Ha! You can see all the way from across the city, can you?”