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I glance up at him, seeing that his face is still that brilliant shade of red. “Tito. This isn’t rocket science. Is it a sex toy for you?”

“Oh.” He swallows, rubbing the back of his neck. “Um, no.”

“So, for women.” A sudden flare of jealousy ripples through me at the idea of him using a sex toy on someone, which is ridiculous. I’m sure Tito has fucked plenty of women and will go on to do that with plenty more. Last night was an outlier, not a mistake per se, but not something that should happen again.

“Scout, please, let’s just go.” He lets out a sigh, and I almost have pity on him, but I’m too curious. I’ve never used a sex toy on myself, that shit’s expensive, and a flutter ripples through me at the idea of what kind of pleasure it might be able to offer that my fingers can’t.

“How does it work?” I stand there facing him as he finally swivels his chair towards me with a look of frustration on his face, probably thinking that I’m just needling him. But I’m actually genuinely curious.

“Scout.”

“I really want to know,” I insist. “I’m really curious, Tito.”

“I don’t even know how I would begin to explain.”

“Then show me.” I blurt out the words without thinking, and his eyes go wide on his face as he registers what I’ve just said.

“I mean,just like, take it out and describe it,” I say hurriedly, before Tito can say something likeI’d rather not.I don’t think I can take the rejection just now. “I’ve never used a toy,” I admit, so that we can both have something to be embarrassed about and reach for the toy, holding it out to him. “I’m really curious as to how one of your own inventions might work.”

Slowly, as if he’s in a fog, Tito reaches out to take it from my hand. “I’ve never used it practically,” he says slowly. For some reason, my heart leaps at the idea that he’s never actually tried it out on anyone. “But in theory,” He points to a piece that's curving off the side like a gumdrop on a vine. “This is for clitoral stimulation.”

An unexpected heat flares through me, and I can feel a jolt go straight down tomyclit at that description. I’d really been curious, but the sight of Tito standing there explaining a sex toy to me like the world’s lewdest professor, coupled with his gorgeous looks and the memory of our kiss—

I’m wet,I realize in a haze as he trails his finger down the toy to the main shaft of the device. My panties are clinging to my skin, and I feel like I’m on fire, like I can’t breathe. I canfeelmy pussy folds swelling, aching, as Tito’s green gaze holds mine, and I feel faintly dizzy.

“If I press this button,” he continues, “it should expand an element that will sense and perfectly fit the curvature of any woman, finding the nerve points that will bring the most pleasure to her to provide intense orgasms. At that point, nodes will expand on the shaft, stimulating those nerve endings with slowly increasing vibrations as this,” he points to the gumdrop-shaped piece, “forms suction over the clit just before the toy senses the woman is close to climax, for the maximum pleasure.”

I’m going to pass out.“Don’t you worry it might replace you? You might have a big dick, but does it havenodesandsuction?” The only way I’m going to get through this is by being a smart-ass. Otherwise, Tito is going to realize that I’m this close to begging him to show me, and—

“No, I’m not.” He grins. “Nothing compares to a flesh-and-blood body, the human experience of sex with another person. Not even some of the more inventive toys for men I’ve tried. But I enjoy the idea of women achieving pleasure, and I think this could be a fun toy for couples, too. If I ever put the prototype into production.”

“You said you haven’t tried it out on anyone?”

“Well, no, but—”

“Try it out on me.” The words come out before I can think about what I’m really saying. I feel like I’m on autopilot, my body telling my mouth what to say before my brain can catch up. “An experiment, I mean. We’re scientific colleagues, right?”

“Tech, but they are bedfellows, at times. I mean,” Tito pinches the bridge of his nose, clearly realizing what he’s said.

“We’ll be professional about it.” I reach for the zipper of my skirt, glancing at him to give him a chance to stop me if he really wants to. “Wouldn’t you rather test it with someone you trust, in case it doesn’t work? It can be our secret, in that case.”

“And if it does?” Tito’s voice has gone low and quiet, sending a shiver through me.

I lick my suddenly dry lips. “It’ll still be our secret.”

Tito’s jaw tenses, but his stance changes, drawing up into something more commanding as if he made a decision at that moment. “Then, Ms. Summers, I’d like you to remove your clothing and sit on the edge of that table, there.” He nods towards a smooth-topped, bare table, and I swallow hard.

Is he really being professional, or are we role-playing?I’m honestly not sure, and I know we could cross a line here. But I don’t think I can bring myself to say no, at this point. I want it too badly, and it’s clear from the change in his demeanor that he does, too.

My hands are shaking a little as I finish unzipping my skirt, and I let it drop to the floor. I see the way Tito’s eyes widen, the way he watches me. It gives me the courage to reach for my kanji-script-lettered shirt next, dragging it over my head and tossing it aside so that I’m left in only my bra, thong, and thrift-store-find Doc Martens.

“That’s enough for the—experiment,” Tito says hoarsely. “Sit on the table, please, Ms. Summers.”

The order sends a shiver through me, but not nearly as much as the next. I obediently sit on the edge of the table and look at Tito expectantly. I can feel how wet I am already, the cotton of my thong clinging to my pussy, and I try to keep my breathing normal as I watch him.

“Spread your thighs wide, Ms. Summers,” he instructs. “And pull your panties to one side.”

I feel as if a gush of arousal comes from me at that, soaking the fabric as I reach down with one shaking hand and pull the material aside as I spread my thighs. I’m thanking the literal stars that despite my sexual inexperience, I’ve always been a person who didn’t like the sensation of body hair on myself, meaning I usually take the time to ensure my pussy is as smooth as my legs. I’m bare down there, nothing but soft pale skin, and I see Tito swallow hard as I expose myself to him for the first time. My face is flaming with embarrassment, but this is turning me on more than I’ve ever been in my life, as I spread widely enough that my pussy opens for his gaze and reveal my tight, hard clit and dripping entrance to him.


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