tonight.”
“The operative word there would be coming.” They both dissolved into giggles and had to duck behind their computer screens as the head librarian walked in the front door.
Alisa spent the rest of the day in a sensual daze, glad that the library was busy enough to keep her occupied. Every time she thought of Mark, she tingled. What did he have planned for tonight? She checked her e-mail every fifteen minutes until she got a message from him.
The subject heading was DoublePlay and the body of the message said he was looking forward to working with her. Her stomach lurched. Working? She clicked the hyperlink. It led to another survey for BodyVibe that asked her to describe her experience last night from a couples’ perspective.
She frowned, feelings in free fall, before she remembered that Mark had proposed a business relationship not a personal one. SoloPlay paid per survey and DoublePlay undoubtedly operated the same way. No surveys, no monthly paycheck. Pleasure was only a by-product, but after last night she wanted more. DoublePlay was her chance to leave her inhibitions in the past with a guy who wasn’t going to judge her. The only way this experiment could work was if she kept her emotions out of it and her goal firmly in mind. She nodded resolutely. Right, she could do that.
On her lunch break, she logged onto a computer in the quietest corner of the library and clicked the DoublePlay hyperlink again. She answered the survey questions frankly, as she usually did, but she couldn’t bring herself to make note of one disturbing observation. The most arousing aspect of wearing BodyVibe and playing with a partner was her partner. When she thought about dinner last night and her clit swelled and her nipples tightened, she didn’t remember a single throb or vibration she enjoyed via the remote control. She remembered the hot look in Mark’s eyes as he watched her.
And she wanted to see that look in his eyes again.
Mark parked his car in front of Alisa’s apartment. His briefcase held a selection of prototypes slated for the DoublePlay line. He hadn’t broached the subject of her finding another partner, and he had to admit, at least to himself, that the idea of her playing with another man made him crazy. He wanted to be the one to gauge her reaction to each of his new designs. He didn’t want her to have another partner, ever. Every time he thought about that jerk at the restaurant last night and that Alisa must have slept with him at some time or another, he wanted to hit something. He couldn’t explain it, but Sologirl was his.
He got out of the car and reached for his briefcase, feeling intoxicated by anticipation. He’d entered the territory where, if he had been drinking, he would have known that another shot was a dangerous idea. And then he would have tossed back another glass because he was drunk and his judgment was gone. Testing more DoublePlay toys with Alisa was the sexual equivalent of one tequila shot too many—and he was going to do it anyway. He didn’t have enough blood in his brain anymore to care about the certainty of a killer hangover.
Sologirl was waiting for him.
The knock on the door made Alisa’s heart skip a beat.
“Hey,” Mark said, stepping forward when she stepped back.
He dropped a kiss on her cheek and the clean smell of soap and fresh cologne made her eyes drift shut for a blink. It stunned her how fast her body was ready for him. She wanted him on top of her, inside of her, entering her. Now.
She swallowed. “Can I get you something to drink?” she asked, pleased that her voice was steady.
He set his briefcase next to the couch. “I thought we could go out for a beer or something. Get to know each other.”
Huh? “Sure. I’ll just grab my purse.”
They walked to her favorite bar, where Mark selected a quiet booth near the back. He sat next to her, not across from her, and she peeked sideways at him over the beer the server
“The operative word there would be coming.” They both dissolved into giggles and had to duck behind their computer screens as the head librarian walked in the front door.
Alisa spent the rest of the day in a sensual daze, glad that the library was busy enough to keep her occupied. Every time she thought of Mark, she tingled. What did he have planned for tonight? She checked her e-mail every fifteen minutes until she got a message from him.
The subject heading was DoublePlay and the body of the message said he was looking forward to working with her. Her stomach lurched. Working? She clicked the hyperlink. It led to another survey for BodyVibe that asked her to describe her experience last night from a couples’ perspective.
She frowned, feelings in free fall, before she remembered that Mark had proposed a business relationship not a personal one. SoloPlay paid per survey and DoublePlay undoubtedly operated the same way. No surveys, no monthly paycheck. Pleasure was only a by-product, but after last night she wanted more. DoublePlay was her chance to leave her inhibitions in the past with a guy who wasn’t going to judge her. The only way this experiment could work was if she kept her emotions out of it and her goal firmly in mind. She nodded resolutely. Right, she could do that.
On her lunch break, she logged onto a computer in the quietest corner of the library and clicked the DoublePlay hyperlink again. She answered the survey questions frankly, as she usually did, but she couldn’t bring herself to make note of one disturbing observation. The most arousing aspect of wearing BodyVibe and playing with a partner was her partner. When she thought about dinner last night and her clit swelled and her nipples tightened, she didn’t remember a single throb or vibration she enjoyed via the remote control. She remembered the hot look in Mark’s eyes as he watched her.
And she wanted to see that look in his eyes again.
Mark parked his car in front of Alisa’s apartment. His briefcase held a selection of prototypes slated for the DoublePlay line. He hadn’t broached the subject of her finding another partner, and he had to admit, at least to himself, that the idea of her playing with another man made him crazy. He wanted to be the one to gauge her reaction to each of his new designs. He didn’t want her to have another partner, ever. Every time he thought about that jerk at the restaurant last night and that Alisa must have slept with him at some time or another, he wanted to hit something. He couldn’t explain it, but Sologirl was his.
He got out of the car and reached for his briefcase, feeling intoxicated by anticipation. He’d entered the territory where, if he had been drinking, he would have known that another shot was a dangerous idea. And then he would have tossed back another glass because he was drunk and his judgment was gone. Testing more DoublePlay toys with Alisa was the sexual equivalent of one tequila shot too many—and he was going to do it anyway. He didn’t have enough blood in his brain anymore to care about the certainty of a killer hangover.
Sologirl was waiting for him.
The knock on the door made Alisa’s heart skip a beat.
“Hey,” Mark said, stepping forward when she stepped back.
He dropped a kiss on her cheek and the clean smell of soap and fresh cologne made her eyes drift shut for a blink. It stunned her how fast her body was ready for him. She wanted him on top of her, inside of her, entering her. Now.
She swallowed. “Can I get you something to drink?” she asked, pleased that her voice was steady.
He set his briefcase next to the couch. “I thought we could go out for a beer or something. Get to know each other.”
Huh? “Sure. I’ll just grab my purse.”
They walked to her favorite bar, where Mark selected a quiet booth near the back. He sat next to her, not across from her, and she peeked sideways at him over the beer the server
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