“Exactly. And…” A mischievous grin tells me I’m in trouble.
“And?” I ask.
“We could, you know, get to know the client’s product.”
I look at the mini vibrator in my hand. “You mean this toy?”
He nods.
I gasp.
Is this happening?
Never in my life has a man I’ve hooked up with ever suggested putting something in his butt. In fact, my last boyfriend vehemently objected to it, even though he did have a lovely butt. Of course, it was nothing — nothing — compared to Hayden’s big, round, luscious ass.
I’m not even dating Hayden. This isn’t even a hook-up. Is it?
However, when am I going to get this chance again?
“You want me to use it?”
He nods again.
“On…you?”
“Keep talking about it and I’m gonna come just listening to you,” he says.
I swallow. Wow. Oh, god.
It’s all happening.
And just to make sure I heard him correctly, I ask, “Are you sure?”
“I’m ready for the next step in our relationship,” Hayden says. His low laugh is a rumble.
“Well, get on your stomach and let’s test it out,” I say, shivering.
This day is getting weirder and weirder.
“I just have one rule,” he says, reaching for the lube and rolling it over his fingers. My nipples prick as I watch this spectacle.
“You have to come first.”
“Oh, but…”
Before I know what’s happening, Hayden has hauled me onto his lap.
“Hayden, what…oh my god…”
I go speechless as one of his mitt-sized hands reaches down between my legs and tugs aside the gusset of my thong. His lubed fingers explore my folds, and I twitch and cry out at the new sensation.
This is happening so fast, but I don’t want to slow down. Not for a billion dollars.
“You don’t have to…” I rasp.
He repeats, “You come first,” low and raspy, his breath hot against my throat.
Hayden’s rough fingers caress my sensitive skin slowly, calculatingly. We don’t have that much time. Susan could walk back in here at any second.