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Another round of motion lights kick on but these are soft and ambient sconces that follow the perimeter of the fence separating his property from the neighbor as well as in circular metal lanterns hanging from a wooden pergola. It sets a relaxing mood for comfy outdoor seating and?—
“A swing?” I climb on the huge, circular bed that has soft cushions and pillows. A choking noise sounds from behind me and I realize that I just gave Eaton a show due to my short dress. Not wanting to get caught wearing granny panties like yesterday, I dug out one of my few thongs. It was a mistake because that piece of floss is wedged up there so far, I’m worried it’s become one with my crack.
Except the way Eaton’s looking at me right now has butterflies swarming in my belly, so maybe it wasn’t a mistake after all. It’s nice to feel this desired by a man, and of course, it doesn’t hurt that he looks like a real-life lumberjack. But even if he didn’t, I’d still be attracted to Eaton. He has a heart of gold, even if it’s occasionally misguided.
He clears his throat. “Anyway, I’ll know that if you’re out here, you need space, and I’ll leave you alone.”
“Okay.” I stretch out on the swinging bed, dreaming of being right here on a warm afternoon with a good book.
“Can I get you anything?”
“No,” I say and watch him turn to leave. I’m the one who wanted some space but now that he’s walking away, it’s not what I want at all. “Eaton?”
“Yeah, Baby Cakes?”
“I think I want to go to bed.”
His expression brightens. “Okay.”
I climb off the swing with plans to revisit it tomorrow. Hand in hand, we walk through the back door that places us in the kitchen. Looking around, I notice things I only grazed over before, like the high-end appliances. A question comes to mind. “Just how rich are you?”
He smiles, grabbing two bottles of water out of the fridge and handing one to me. “My business has been very lucky. A couple of years ago, we caught the attention of a well-known TV director, and after making a few custom pieces for her, we took off. As it turns out, the furniture they use in talk shows or sitcoms takes quite the beating and was cutting into the bottom line to replace it constantly. Our process and fabrics are cutting-edge technology, so we landed some pretty lucrative contracts along with the stuff we do for local customers.”
“You should be proud of yourself.”
“You should be, too. You’re building a business off of something you love.” His eyes light with humor.
“I know I.C.B.I.N.J. isn’t socially acceptable and any kind of work in the sex industry is taboo, but I don’t know why. Most people have sex, whether it’s with a partner or alone, so why is it so wrong to buy or sell products that cater to whatever it is that turns you on?”
“I don’t have an answer for that.”
“And it’s really hard to have the kink that I do and be single. It limits a person to porn and fantasizing, but some of us have overactive imaginations and need sensory products to be fulfilled.”
“I know this is an important conversation for you and that the issues you’re bringing up deserve some attention, but Baby, my cock is so hard thinking about you watching porn while you use one of your dildos.”
I grin. He’s such a man, but I can’t fault him because my panties are quite moist myself. “Really? Because it was turning me on to hear you talk about contracts and cutting-edge technology.”
“Oh yeah? Then why don’t we take this upstairs?”
“You’re on, Mr. Beavers.” I bolt for the stairs, my heart skipping a beat at the sound of his heavy footfalls right behind me. The thrill of him chasing me, even though I want to get caught, only heightens my arousal.
I’m in a full-on belly laugh by the time I reach the landing, and his calloused hand wraps around my wrist. “Gotcha.”
He whirls me around and cradles my face, bending down to kiss my lips. His lips on mine send a rush of tingles throughout my body. How is it possible for me to go from being so mad to wanting him to rip my clothes off and do very dirty things to me?
His hands skim down my body until he reaches the hem of my dress. He pulls it up and over my head, taking a second to step back and take me in. My thong is black sheer mesh, so you can see everything going on down there, and the bra matches, so my nipples are also visible.
The look lighting up his eyes is downright predatory, giving me goosebumps. No one has ever looked at me like this before. I usually instigated sex with all my boyfriends, and I was fine with it. I know I have a higher-than-normal sex drive, so if I wanted something, I needed to ask. But now I realize what I was missing, and I never want to go back.
He whistles and swirls his finger in a circle. I do a slow turn, rolling my hips a little and hoping it looks sexy. By the time I face him again, I know I succeeded. He licks his lips, and there’s no hiding the bulge in his pants.
“Will you show me how you use the squirting dildo?” he asks. “I’ve been picturing it all day, but I know the real thing would be so much better.”
“Really? You want to see that?”
His head shakes vigorously. “Yes. Very, very, very much so.”
“Okay. How’s your shower?”
