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explained what had taken him so long to call her into the office the first time. “How did you find it?”
    “There was a note in the drawer with all the toys, which we get to keep, by the way. It had directions on how to pull out the bed and some warnings about safety features. You know, like don’t jump on the bed because you can bang your head on the ceiling. And put these sliding things into the locked position. And don’t forget the mattress pads.”
    Delighted to have a bed, Mia laughed. “Why the mattress pads?”
    He swaggered over to her and pulled her hips close. “Because you’re going to be that wet.”
    She was already pretty slippery. He dipped his head and gave her one of those slow, casual kisses that lit her fires. He was too talented with those lips.
    “All right, babe. Give me a minute to wash these toys. There’s a survey on the desk I need you to fill out first.”
    He disappeared with what looked like a fishing tackle box. Mia skirted the bed, which took up half of the office space, and looked at the paper on the desk.
    It asked several questions about what she did to excite herself while masturbating versus what she did when she was with another person. How did she correct for maximum stimulation alone? Did she direct lovers to pay more attention to the areas she liked? They went on and on like this. The questions from Oasis had been informational. Kaelen’s questions asked for an emotional interpretation.
    Mia frowned at the questions. Until now, it had never occurred to her that she expected her lovers to read her mind. If she didn’t tell them what she liked and what she didn’t like, how would they know? And how could she balance that with not sounding bossy? Nobody liked to be micromanaged, especially not in bed.
    Well, most people didn’t.
    When he returned, she handed the paper to him. “You could design a whole study around this idea.”
    He gave her a funny look as he set the plastic box down at the head of the bed. “Why are you still wearing clothes?”
    Unwilling to pursue the reason behind his expression, she slid back into her role. “You didn’t ask me to take them off.”
    He crossed his arms and lifted a brow.
    She unbuttoned the tight shirt and shrugged out of it. The white lace demi-bra followed her skirt to the floor. “Are you going to undress?”
    His smoldering gaze kept her pinned in place. She’d always giggled at descriptions of men with smoldering gazes, but now that she’d spent half a day in Kaelen’s crosshairs, she had learned not to discount the power of a good smolder.
    Like her, he unbuttoned his shirt first. Unlike her, he made a conscious effort to seduce with his striptease. She had to lick her lips and swallow to avoid drooling over his broad shoulders and ripped abs.
    His pants fell down his legs, revealing the cock she had so recently come to know so well. It sprang from his nest of curls, hard and ready for another round. When he finished, standing before her in nothing but a plaid tie, he stayed put and let her stare. She was too busy enjoying the sight of his body to be self-conscious about the intense way he studied her body.
    After a few long moments full of unspoken lust passed, he climbed onto the bed, arranging the pillows behind him so he could sit up. “Come straddle me.”
    Mia scrambled to obey. “Aren’t you going to take off your tie?”
    “I’m going to use it as a blindfold in a little while. First, I want to see how you respond when you can see the toy.”
    Unable to stop the analytical side of her brain, she pursed her lips. “Don’t you think you should do the blind test first? That way I’ll be more focused on giving you the data you want.”
    He slipped the tie, which he had loosened to get out of his shirt, over his head and handed it to her. “Blindfold yourself. No peeking.”
    Blindfolding oneself with a tie was easier said than done. The wider part had to go over her eyes, which made tying it a little