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“Thank you,” she murmurs eventually. “I needed to hear that. Neither one of us is perfect, but we are enough in all the right ways. Thank you for giving me a second chance.”

“Thank you for giving me that first chance. Who knew catching a vibe in a bar in Las Vegas would change my life?”

“Speaking of that first chance, I’ve got an idea for something to take my mind off work.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. How’s your thumb feeling after a full day of gaming?”

“Like that was a warm-up for the championship game. Put me in, Coach! I’m ready to play.”

“Oh, I’ll put you in,” she teases as I rise to the task and from the chair, carrying her toward our bedroom.

This hasn’t wavered. The sexual chemistry that drew us together hasn’t lessened with repetition or familiarity, but rather the intimacy of the act continues to deepen each time we come together. Her inventions might bring her the pleasure of physical release, and I like it when we play. But I am the one holding her heart, and usually the toy, in the aftermath. It’s a joy to know this creative and adventurous woman wants me as much as I want her. And if I can give her the release from anxiety she needs tonight, my thumbs, fingers, lips, and cock are at her service.

“Promises, promises,” I tease back as I toss her on our bed.

Chapter31

Keep Reading! Caught a Vibe Epilogue

DASH

“Are you ready for this?” Penny asks as I straighten my collar and smooth back my curls.

Nerves are making me jittery, and I flex my hands open and closed several times to force out the tingles.I can do this. Penny is counting on me.

“Yes. I’m ready.” I pick up the MiO 2.0 and step out from behind the curtain of the show booth, anxious but prepared to present her latest invention and unveil my game that links to it.

I really don’t like being on this side of the table. The days when I wrote freelance articles and picked up hot chicks in bars in Las Vegas are looking real good right about now. Yes, it only happened that one time, but it felt a hell of a lot better than this. I’m used to asking the questions, not answering them.

I glance at Penny, marveling at how she went from hot chick to love of my life, and how much farther we’ve gone together. I’m a lucky man indeed, and if I make it through this interminable day alive, maybe she’ll let me pick her up in a bar again.

The first reporter approaches and immediately makes eye contact with me, not any of the three other people running the MiO booth at T-Con this year, who happen to be women. It’s been two years since I blew open the controversy around the MiO, and the conference has only just come back in person after two years virtual.

“So, this is the famous sex toy, huh? Is it as good as they say?” the man asks with no introduction or manners. He deserves absolutely everything I’m about to unleash. Hearing Penny and Nic recount their most terrible encounters from the last con make me determined to give as good as I get.

I lean in and with a conspiratorial whisper and say, “It’s better.”

“I don’t get why it’s so revolutionary. An orgasm is an orgasm. I mean, it’s not natural. Woman shouldn’t be getting off without a man. This is just a cheap substitute. Why are you promoting that?”

Penny snort laughs behind me, but I keep a straight face. These are the kinds of rude questions they face all day long at these events. I’m ready to do my part.

“First of all, I wouldn’t call this cheap. It’s an advanced piece of robotics engineering and worth every penny. It has twice as many moving parts as the average vibrator. Secondly, do some single women rely on these devices? Sure, but married couples enjoy them too. MiO gives women a tool to better understand their bodies and their pleasure responses. And if ‘an orgasm is an orgasm’ to you, you’re part of the problem. When is the last time you thought about a new way to make your partner feel good? Are you experimenting? Is sex fun?”

The poor reporter in front me of glows redder and redder with embarrassment as I turn the obnoxious questions back on him. He splutters as he tries to formulate his rebuttal. I save him the trouble.

“Here is our latest innovation. We’ve developed a two-player game that allows couples to input a long list of personal characteristics to create a pleasure profile. Playing the game together creates a fun shared experience for learning about each other and makes playtime afterward better for you both. We’re hoping to expand to three- and four-player versions in the next six months. Can I give you a brochure?”

I tuck the folded pamphlet into the reporter’s hand.

“Feel free to give me a call if you have any questions. Bye now!”

As the man walks away, still reeling, a bevy of laughter floats over my shoulder.

“Did you see his face?” Nic cackles.

“An orgasm is an orgasm. This is what we’re fighting, people. Take note!” Izzy Hayes says with vigor.

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