She sighed and reached for the next dildo, gripping it firm around the shaft as she rubbed with a microfiber cloth.
“I had no idea things were so bad for her,” she told Levi. “She’s a very private person, even with me, it seems.”
“Maybe she didn’t want you to worry,” he said.
“Well, it backfired because now there’s even more to worry about.”
Really getting into the cleaning mode, she grabbed the monstrosity on the far left. Big Boy. It rotated, it vibrated, it shook, thrust, and spun. It was the Cadillac of all the Pure Pleasure line. But it clearly didn’t get its name because of its superior functions. Big Boy was renowned for its girth, measuring in at a whopping six-inch circumference—the largest in the mainstream category.
Zoe began working it from tip to base, scrubbing harder and harder as she considered everything that hadn’t gone to plan recently. It was kind of stress-relieving, like a spring cleaning would feel for someone with less sexual hunger than Zoe.
She felt Levi’s eyes on her as she worked. When she turned to him, his eyebrows quirked up, and his expression was filled with amusement. And maybe something else.
“You look like you’re working that thing pretty hard. Shall I leave you to, ummm, sort yourself out?”
Zoe suddenly realized that she might have been overly eager with her cleaning. “Pun intended?” she asked.
She noticed him try to subtly readjust himself. Gripping Big Boy, she gave it a couple more suggestive strokes, daring him to continue to ignore her, to turn her down. He wanted her, she knew he did. So how long could he keep his hands to himself?
Levi chuckled, but she could see a blush crawl up his neck and across his cheeks. But he made no move to … make a move.
Disappointed, she put Big Boy back in line. Just as she’d thought. Levi talked a big game, but when push came to shove—or at least when she wanted it to—he was the boy next door, the guy you’d bring home to meet the family. Not the guy she’d hoped would follow through on all his teasing.
Well, Zoe didn’t bring boys home to do that. Not since Sean left her, anyway. Well, she supposed technically Levi had met her mother, but it wasn’t like that.
Levi stood up, Zoe thought to leave. But then he crossed over to the desk, a curious sparkle in his eyes.
“You know, if you ever get tired of toys, you can have the real thing right here.” He spread his hands like she didn’t realize he meant him. “You look a little stressed. Maybe I can help you out with that.”
Zoe narrowed her eyes. Now he was just being mean. “You’re a tease.”
“I’m not teasing,” he said. “I’m being completely serious. But if you want me, you get the whole package, not just my, err,” he glanced down, “package.”
“I think I’ll be just fine with Big Boy,” she waved it in front of his face.
His eyes scanned the full, very full, length of it. He held a hand out. “May I?”
She dropped it into his hand and he seemed surprised by the weight of it. All the mechanisms inside that made it do everything but dance added a bit of heft.
“Why are you taking them out?” he asked. “Don’t you need to sell these?”
“That’s a fairly new product. The company often sends me free stuff to test. I can’t sell what I haven’t tried myself.”
His wide eyes scanned the toys lined up across the desk. “And you’ve tried all this stuff.”
She wasn’t sure why she liked to shock him so much. His blush always made her think of things she could show him, what she could do to him that would make him blush harder. It was like she wanted to shove her sexuality in his face—literally and metaphorically—just to see how far she could push him, how much she had to tease him until he finally broke.
“These are just the beginning. I’ve pretty much tried it all.”
After adjusting every switch, dial, and knob on the big red beast in his hands to see what it could do, Levi sat down on the desk in front of her. He shifted uncomfortably like he needed to readjust again.
“So why sex toys?” he asked. “What made you want to get into that line of work?”
“I didn’t get into it. It got into me.” She winked. “That’s how it usually works, anyway. Or do you need a demonstration. I’m a certified sexual health rep for Pure Pleasure, you know.”
His sexy mouth quirked up. “I like the sound of that.”
“I have a certificate and everything.”
“You’re practically a sexpert.” He laughed. “But no, come on. Really. Why do you like to sell this stuff?”
“Because I believe sex is important. It’s important to your physical health as well as your mental well-being. And as a whole, society doesn’t get it enough. It’s a rather neglected organ in the body. There are cardio machines for your heart and lungs, and weights for muscles and joints. These,” she waved at her collection, “are machines to exercise a person’s sexual health.”
“And do you get enough exercise?” he asked suggestively.
Technically Zoe didn’t get any at all, but she wasn’t about to admit that she was practically a nun. “What’s enough?” she asked vaguely. “That’s why I have to supplement.”
“Like a daily vitamin?” He chuckled.
“Or several times a day.” She could hear her voice taking on the usual sultry cadence she used to sell sex toys. Only, it wasn’t the toy she was trying to sell him.
God, she wanted him so bad it hurt. She was sure that it would only take one time. If she could just have him for a couple of hours, her missing orgasm would come back home on its own, and they could both move on with their lives. But Levi was one tough customer.
“Several times, huh?” he said. “Then you must be really healthy.”
She could hear a change in his voice too, a response to her own. Something had altered in the conversation. Maybe it was in the shifting of his body, like he wanted to touch her, or the way his eyes dropped down to the low neckline of her blouse.
“I like to take good care of myself,” she said, moving a little closer.
“With Big Boy?” He flipped a switch and it moved up and down in a thrusting motion.
She ached at the sight of it. “It might be the only thing that can handle a woman like me,” she joked.
He slid off the desk to stand in front of her. He was barely touching her, but she could feel his heat.
“Oh, I can handle you. The question is, can you handle me?” He moved to place both hands on the desk on either side of her hips, trapping her there.
“Honey,” she said. “I would destroy you.”
“I’d like to put that to the test. How about that demonstration?” He smiled, but it wasn’t his usual cheesy grin. It was infused with a dare, with lust, a confidence that made Zoe wonder if he might actually be able to keep up with her.
“Well Big Boy might be a bit much for your first time, but I might have a strap on somewhere around here.” She glanced in the toy box on the desk, pretending to search.
“I didn’t mean for me,” he said.
She fake-sighed. “Shame.”
“I meant for you.” He moved forward, erasing what little space was left between them.
“Mmmm,” she purred as he pressed against her. “I like a giving man. But I’m a girl who likes to pay my debts. How can I return the favor?”
“I have something in mind. But it’s a surprise.”
“I like surprises.” She tugged at the waistband of his jeans, wanting to discover what surprise he was hiding from her.
“So you’re up for whatever?” he asked.
She pretended to think. “Depends if the favor’s worth returning.”
“Oh, I’ll make it worth your while.” His voice held a guarantee she couldn’t ignore.
“Then you’re on,” she said.
“It’s a deal.”
The unknown made Zoe clench with anticipation. Was it really happening? Was he finally giving in? It wasn’t often a
man had her on the edge of her seat. She yearned for her “surprise” almost as much as she yearned for his touch.
But he didn’t touch her. Instead, he stood back, groping her with his eyes, assessing every curve and swell as though deciding where to start first. Well, if he wasn’t going to hurry up and decide, she’d have to do it for him.
Reaching out, she laid her hands on his stomach. Scraping her nails down his shirt, she felt the contours of his muscles. Her palms slid farther down, over the bulge beneath his pants. She lingered there, fingers exploring the shape. Levi groaned, and that was all the invite she needed.
All that talk of sex toys, his verbal teasing, it was like a tortuous foreplay. Zoe was ready to go. And by the feel of him, Levi was ready too.
Reaching for his belt, she gripped the hard leather. But before she could undo it, he grabbed her wrists and held them aside.
“Not so fast,” he said.
“If we go any slower, I’m going to explode.” For a second, she worried that this was going to be like the last time. That she had it all wrong again. That he didn’t want her.
He chuckled. “No, you won’t. But you will when I’m done with you.”
“I can’t wait.” She reached eagerly for his belt again.
“Do I need to restrain you?” he asked.
Searching around the desk, his eyes landed on a role of thick, hot pink ribbon. Picking it up, he unwound a length of it and cut it with a pair of scissors from the drawer.
“Hey,” she said. “That’s for thank-you notes.”
“I’m sure you can thank me some other way.”
He backed her up until she sank into the office chair. Spinning it until her back was to him, he drew her arms behind her. He held her wrists, tying them together so slowly that she felt each tickle of the ribbon against her skin. It sent a surge of tingles up her arms.
As he fastened the last knot, it dug a little painfully, deliciously into her skin. He spun her chair around to face him, and her head spun with it in excitement.
“How am I supposed to join in all the fun?” she asked, testing the strength of her bonds, but they wouldn’t give.
“You don’t always have to be in control,” he said.
“Have you met me?”
“Maybe it’s time you learned to let go. To just lie back and let someone else take the wheel.”
Reaching under the seat, he flipped a lever and the chair suddenly reclined. She gasped in surprise and a little eagerness.
He leaned down as though to kiss her, but before their lips touched, he paused. “You can say no.”
Instead of saying no, she leaned up to touch her mouth against his, but he pulled away before she could. Holding her gaze, he reached down and began unbuttoning her blouse.
The more he exposed her, the faster her breathing became. It was both thrilling and frightening. If she could touch him, kiss him, control things, maybe it wouldn’t be so scary. It had been so long since a man had seen her, had explored her.
Levi stood back, gazing down at her bound body. She couldn’t hide from him. And as he pulled her blouse apart, she could hide even less. But like he’d said, she could say “no.” At any moment, she could stop him. He was giving her complete control over the situation, so she relaxed into the leather chair.
Despite the fear, it made her feel giddy, enticingly naughty. She gave into the idea that she really didn’t have control, and at the moment, with everything going on in her life, the brief reprieve was welcome. Levi could do anything he wanted to her, and oh, God, what was he going to do?
One by one, Levi slid the rest of her buttons free until he could pull the blouse open wide. Her breasts heaved up and down beneath a leopard-print bra as her breathing quickened.
Levi took in the sight of her, running a palm over her smooth, pale skin. Pushing her bra aside, he slid his fingers beneath the fabric and gave her nipple a pinch.
She squealed and jumped, the sensation tensing her entire body. He’d hardly done anything yet, and somehow the effect seemed to excite her even more, to build her up like a shaken pop bottle about to burst.
Finally, he stepped back. Gripping both her knees, he parted her legs and forced her skirt up until it was bunched around her hips. He slid her thong aside, running his finger down her.
Nerve endings fired in a jolt that had her back arching. He’d built her up to the point that she couldn’t take much more.
“No more teasing,” she panted. “I’m ready.”
His fingers inched a little deeper. “I can tell.”
She glanced down at his crotch, biting her lip. Instead of reaching for his belt, he reached for her erotic display on the desk. His hand hovered above each colorful, erect form, as though deciding which one to choose. When he reached Big Boy, his hand grasped it firmly, decidedly.
She gasped as he positioned it between her legs. “I haven’t taken him for a test drive yet. I’m not sure I can handle it.”
“Then you’ve really got problems,” he said. “Because Big Boy’s got nothing on me.”
She groaned in response and squirmed in the seat. He smiled as he brought the tip closer. The moment it touched her she jumped. It felt cool against her fired-up warmth, the sensation invigorating as he leaned in, pushing it deeper.
Her breath hitched. Her muscles tightened around the soft silicone. Levi’s arm flexed as he pushed against the resistance. Zoe made a noise, like a half-gasp half-moan, and he hesitated, searching her face for signs of pain.
“Don’t stop,” she managed to say. Placing her legs on either side of him, she braced against the desk.
And then he filled her all the way.
Her cry of pleasure was drowned out by his own grunt of satisfaction. He kneeled down on one knee as he drove it inside of her again and again.
It was so different from when she used toys on herself. Her own movements were familiar, habitual. She knew exactly how to move it, how to position it, how fast or slow to go. But this was better.
Not knowing what he’d do next made it unpredictable. It was exciting, almost torturous in the way he dragged it out. He built her up, higher and higher until she felt herself go beyond her usual self-induced pleasures. When she thought it couldn’t get any better, he started playing with the buttons.
Each time Zoe opened her eyes, his were on her, enjoying the sight of her body moving, her sounds. As her moaning grew louder, his cheeks flushed. By his half-lidded eyes and his staggered breathing, she could tell he wanted to take Big Boy’s place.
Was he thinking about what he had in store for her after? What was he going to have her do to return the favor? Was he going to finish her off and then have his way?
Finally, when her body couldn’t hold off any longer, she cried out, arching against the leather backrest, unable to hide her explosive reaction as she fought her bonds. Levi groaned with his own sense of gratification, maybe with pride in being the one to make her shake and tremble before him.
When Zoe grew still, relaxing against the seat, he slowly pulled Big Boy out. Emotions surged through her, emotions that had been building for days, like her bottle had popped its top and flooded her body.
After it settled, she felt better than she had in a while, but she still craved more.
“I need you,” she told him. She bit her lip as she realized how the words had come out. But she didn’t mean it like that. She wanted to take it back somehow, to correct herself.
He laughed. “What? Big Boy wasn’t enough for you?” His voice sounded a little thick, like he wanted his favor returned, and soon.
“No,” she said. “I mean, yes. But I want the real thing.” She could hear the pleading in her voice, but she didn’t care enough to reign it in. “Enough teasing.”
“You’ve had your fun,” he said. “It’s my turn, remember? You said we could do whatever I wanted.”
She sighed, nodding readily. “Whatever you want.”
“You promise?” His eyebrow arched as he hel
d her gaze, like he didn’t believe her. Just what exactly did he want from her? Was it something kinky?
“I promise. I’m all yours.”
He smiled. Having the control clearly did it for him. “Good.”
Spinning her chair around, he tugged on the ribbon binding her wrists. When he pulled Zoe to her feet, her knees buckled and she leaned against him for support. Eagerly, she pressed herself up against him, but Levi drew back.
“I’ll give you a minute to collect yourself.”
Zoe frowned. “Collect myself for what?”
“You’ll see. I’ll meet you downstairs at my van in five minutes.”
“Why? Where are we going?”
“It’s my turn for fun.” He pointed a finger at her, as though daring her to back down. “You promised.”
She stared at him, a little confused. He wanted to have sex in his van? To each their own, she supposed.
Levi readjusted the bulge in his pants. “Actually, I might need ten minutes.” He scanned her toys lined up on the desk until he found a Beater Cheater. “May I borrow this?”
Zoe’s mouth fell open. She couldn’t believe it. The way he’d looked at her, the way he’d touched her, she knew he wanted her as badly as she wanted him. But apparently, he’d rather take care of himself than let her do it. She didn’t get it.
Finally, she managed to answer. “K-Keep it. You’ve earned it.”
Watching him head for the bathroom, Zoe wilted like month-old mitsuba and sank into the chair with disappointment. Sure, she’d climaxed. Finally. The pleasure that was still vibrating through her body told her that much. And yet she felt unsatisfied.
She briefly eyed the line of vibrators in front of her. But they just didn’t hold the same temptation for her. Instead of being cured, instead of being able to move on from the Levi Dolson orgasm block, she knew her vibrators wouldn’t cut it.
There was only one thing that would satisfy her now. Only one thing that she wanted, that she needed: Levi himself.
And she wasn’t going to feel satisfied until she had him.
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