before he could determine if her reaction was due to remembered pleasure or his temerity at bringing it up. He kept his voice just below a library whisper, not quite loud enough for her to easily hear. She edged closer, and he caught a whiff of flowery shampoo and the scent of sunshine and clean grass rising from her skin. He inhaled another deep breath of her sweet scent before he continued.
“I also know you tested it here, in the library. In fact, your report opened up a whole new approach to the marketing department. They think it belongs in the…new product line. Since you’re already comfortable with BodyVibe, why don’t you try it out over dinner with your partner? Give up the remote control, let someone else take charge this time.”
Sologirl’s eyebrows lifted. Her mouth opened the slightest bit and the tip of her tongue darted out to moisten her full, pink lips. Mark pressed his advantage. “Do you know how erotic it is to give someone else complete control over your pleasure?” he asked quietly.
He began to spin the fantasy for her. “Imagine what it would feel like to be sitting at a table in a nice restaurant. You’re wearing BodyVibe and your partner has the remote in his jacket pocket. You are completely under his control. You won’t know when your nipples will begin to buzz, or when he will allow you to feel a short burst of pleasure in your pussy. You might be surprised by a tiny, tingling vibration on your clit or a throbbing rhythm in your ass. You will wonder when he will begin to pleasure you and how many times you will come before the end of the meal. I bet you’ll be aroused before he even touches the remote.” She was standing so close now that he had to look straight down to meet her eyes, so close that he could feel the heat of her summer-warmed skin.
Sologirl’s pupils were wide. Her breath was quick and soft. He bent, and his lips grazed a wisp of hair near her ear. “I bet you’re wet already, just thinking about it,” he whispered.
He could sympathize—his cock was so hard that he was having flash fantasies of ripping her skirt up to her waist and taking her against the bookshelf. Maybe she wasn’t wearing underwear. The thought paralyzed him.
She cleared her throat with a sharp cough that breezed his chin before she stepped away from him. “You’re joking, right? You want me to help you, so you rushed to my workplace to talk dirty to me? Does this approach usually work for you?” Her blue eyes flashed as she slowly shook her head from side to side.
“Actually, yes.”
“I find that hard to believe,” she said, but the way she was looking at him gave lie to her words. Her eyes played over his body as if she were trying to make a decision. He didn’t care what criteria she used, but she had to say yes.
“Please, I’m begging you. DoublePlay needs you. You are the best product evaluator I’ve got, and without your help, I’m seriously screwed. In fact, I doubt the line will even make it into production without you. I’m running out of time and capital. Tell me what you want. I’ll do anything to get you to say yes.”
She cocked her head to the side doubtfully. Her small, white teeth dented her lower lip and her eyes narrowed.
He held his breath, waiting for her decision.
After what felt like an eternity, she nodded, and he slowly let air back into his lungs.
Her low laugh sounded nervous. “We’ll have to lay some ground rules. I do have a few conditions.”
“Anything.” Mark was elated, lightheaded with relief and oxygen deprivation. She was going to do it. His mind spun with all the next steps he needed to take. He couldn’t wait to receive Sologirl’s report of her dinner date. Damn, he was almost jealous of her boyfriend. He was so caught up in his plans that he didn’t hear her words the first time.
“I’m sorry, could you repeat that?” he asked.
“I said I hope you have an understanding wife.”
“I don’t have a wife,” he said,
“I also know you tested it here, in the library. In fact, your report opened up a whole new approach to the marketing department. They think it belongs in the…new product line. Since you’re already comfortable with BodyVibe, why don’t you try it out over dinner with your partner? Give up the remote control, let someone else take charge this time.”
Sologirl’s eyebrows lifted. Her mouth opened the slightest bit and the tip of her tongue darted out to moisten her full, pink lips. Mark pressed his advantage. “Do you know how erotic it is to give someone else complete control over your pleasure?” he asked quietly.
He began to spin the fantasy for her. “Imagine what it would feel like to be sitting at a table in a nice restaurant. You’re wearing BodyVibe and your partner has the remote in his jacket pocket. You are completely under his control. You won’t know when your nipples will begin to buzz, or when he will allow you to feel a short burst of pleasure in your pussy. You might be surprised by a tiny, tingling vibration on your clit or a throbbing rhythm in your ass. You will wonder when he will begin to pleasure you and how many times you will come before the end of the meal. I bet you’ll be aroused before he even touches the remote.” She was standing so close now that he had to look straight down to meet her eyes, so close that he could feel the heat of her summer-warmed skin.
Sologirl’s pupils were wide. Her breath was quick and soft. He bent, and his lips grazed a wisp of hair near her ear. “I bet you’re wet already, just thinking about it,” he whispered.
He could sympathize—his cock was so hard that he was having flash fantasies of ripping her skirt up to her waist and taking her against the bookshelf. Maybe she wasn’t wearing underwear. The thought paralyzed him.
She cleared her throat with a sharp cough that breezed his chin before she stepped away from him. “You’re joking, right? You want me to help you, so you rushed to my workplace to talk dirty to me? Does this approach usually work for you?” Her blue eyes flashed as she slowly shook her head from side to side.
“Actually, yes.”
“I find that hard to believe,” she said, but the way she was looking at him gave lie to her words. Her eyes played over his body as if she were trying to make a decision. He didn’t care what criteria she used, but she had to say yes.
“Please, I’m begging you. DoublePlay needs you. You are the best product evaluator I’ve got, and without your help, I’m seriously screwed. In fact, I doubt the line will even make it into production without you. I’m running out of time and capital. Tell me what you want. I’ll do anything to get you to say yes.”
She cocked her head to the side doubtfully. Her small, white teeth dented her lower lip and her eyes narrowed.
He held his breath, waiting for her decision.
After what felt like an eternity, she nodded, and he slowly let air back into his lungs.
Her low laugh sounded nervous. “We’ll have to lay some ground rules. I do have a few conditions.”
“Anything.” Mark was elated, lightheaded with relief and oxygen deprivation. She was going to do it. His mind spun with all the next steps he needed to take. He couldn’t wait to receive Sologirl’s report of her dinner date. Damn, he was almost jealous of her boyfriend. He was so caught up in his plans that he didn’t hear her words the first time.
“I’m sorry, could you repeat that?” he asked.
“I said I hope you have an understanding wife.”
“I don’t have a wife,” he said,
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