Page 23 of The German's Guilty Pleasure
“I don’t understand.” I dropped my hand to break the physical contact between us before we started kissing again.
“Let me show you.”
He took my hand, and this time, I followed him into the bedroom willingly. I stood next to the bed and waited. He wasn’t going to throw me down and have his way with me, unfortunately. He had to pick his mother up soon, so whatever it was he wanted to offer me, it wasn’t his body. He opened a dresser drawer and lifted out a box that he carried to the bed. Once it rested on the satin comforter, he motioned for me to open it.
My heart almost stopped at the sight of the black box with the gold insignia K in the center. I stared at the long, slender box before I glanced at him. “Tell me that isn’t a fifteen-thousand-dollar vibrator.”
He winked but shook his head. “I did not, how do you say it here, fall off a parsnip truck yesterday?”
“Turnip. A turnip truck,” I said, chuckling at him.
He pointed at me. “Yes, I did not fall off a turnip truck yesterday. I know you will not use a fifteen-thousand-dollar vibrator, but you must have something better than this.” He produced the cheap vibrator from his drawer.
“How did you get that over here?”
“A better question might be, how come you did not know it was missing. Regardless, the time has come for you to open your gift from me.”
He lowered the cheap vibrator to the bed to lay next to his box. It was packaged in a hard, unattractive, plastic clamshell. I pointed at the damn pink plastic. “Why do they use scantily clad women on their packaging?”
He raised a brow. “I am not the marketing director here, but I may have the answer to this one. It is a fifteen-dollar vibrator. They are cheap thrills, gag gifts, and discarded after a few uses. You do not have to try hard to sell a fifteen-dollar vibrator.”
I tipped my head. “Good point. That said, I could still come up with better packaging than that. It looks sad next to Kontakt’s box.”
“It is about to be sadder. Time to take the lid off, my littleunerfahrene blauer vogel.”
I dumped my hand on my hip in indignation. “Did you just call me an inexperienced blue bird?”
He smiled just enough to give me the answer. “Sometimes, the truth hurts. No more procrastinating. Take off the lid.”
I blew out a breath that ruffled the hair on my forehead and lifted the lid off the box. I took a step back and ran directly into the hard wall of his chest. He wasn’t going to let me escape this.
“Now, take it out of the box,” he whispered against my ear, his breath hot and his voice low and sensual.
“I don’t know if I want to.”
“Why not?”
“It’s too beautiful. Look at it. I’ve never seen this one before. Where did it come from?”
“Me.”
“It came from you? Like, um …”
He laughed and feathered a kiss across my neck. “While it is close, it is not an exact anatomical replica of me. I designed it and then worked with the engineers to make sure it was exactly what I envisioned.”
I noticed the handle then. There was a lotus flower with an S as a stem. Curiosity got the better of me, and I lifted it out of the satin bed. The light purple lotus flower was overlaid on a creamy gold handle. The rest of the vibrator was silicone wrapped metal. A design that could only be described as opulent when you took it in from the side. The glow of the gold in the light of the lamp was enough to tell you the experience was about to be like none you’d ever had.
“This is gorgeous,” I finally said after giving it a thorough inspection.
“I call it Serenity.”
I whipped around, the vibrator still in my hand. “What?” I asked, my voice loud in the quiet room. “Tell me the engineers don’t know you call it that!”
The gleam in his eye told me they did. “If it matters, I had been working on this design for a few months before I hired you. I was stuck on how to make it different from all our other aids. After I met you, I was able to complete it.”
“I’m afraid to ask,” I muttered, staring down at his chest.
He plucked the aid from my hand and caressed it. A shiver ran through me at the thought of what it would feel like to have his hands caress me in that way. Then I wondered what it would feel like to have him be the one using the device on me. I shuddered again, and the look he gave me told me he knew exactly what I was thinking.
