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He relaxed and began to plan out how Thursday night would go and the nights after that. He was going to have fun playing with Tessa. A romantic relationship would either come naturally or not at all. Though he hoped the former came true.

They weren’t off to a bad start. She’d had dinner with him Friday night and the picnic today. And she’d been open and honest. Damon’s grin widened. He was ready to deal with Tessa and whatever she threw at him.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Damon made his way to his workshop Monday morning, his mind still filled with Tessa. He’d taken her home yesterday, telling her he’d see her Thursday night, and gave her a kiss that left his dick begging for relief.

He flipped on the lights and shivered. He must have forgotten to leave the furnace turned up so the place would be warm. Once his equipment started running, it would get warm enough. Moving over to his work desk, he looked at what orders he had.

A couple of his specialized vibrators, nipple clamps, and one of his harnesses. He checked his supplies. He had everything. First, he’d work on the vibrators.

Making adult toys wasn’t the plan when he went to MIT, but one summer, he was at loose ends and applied for a job with a film company, not knowing it was an adult film company. He learned a lot that summer about the industry but also heard complaints about toys, how they broke often, and sometimes the production needed something different.

He’d started playing with ideas on paper, then was able to find a place where he could experiment. It took him a while, but he began to improve the toys. Vibrators, for example. Some had one speed, others had multiple, but one of his biggest sellers was one that had not only multiple speeds, but also rotated.

How would Tessa take to his toys? There were a few people in the club who knew about his toy making, but most of his orders came over the internet. Sitting down at his workbench, Damon began to construct the first vibrator. Maybe he’d take one to the club on Thursday and see how Tessa reacted.

His lips tilted up. Oh yes, and maybe it was time to experiment with some other things he was thinking of making. Tessa would be the best test subject…if she agreed.

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Tessa stared at her closet. What to wear tonight? Damon had texted her earlier, asking if she needed his help with an outfit, and she told him no. They’d exchanged numbers Sunday when he brought her home.

Let’s see what I can find. Ten minutes later, she had a black skirt and her black flats, but top-wise, she was lost. She dug around and found a red lace cami that would work with the skirt. After finding a small bag, she put all the items into it.

Since the club had a nice place to change and secure lockers for personal items, she’d change there. She was glad for that. Her favorite raincoat was currently drying out since it was raining today. Better than snow, but it was going to make for a rough drive out to the club.

She’d planned on driving herself, but Damon vetoed the idea, telling her he didn’t want her driving after they spent time in the club. Tessa wanted to argue with him, but she heard the firmness in his voice and decided they could discuss it as he drove tonight.

Now, the idea of a discussion about control while he drove in this weather might not be such a good idea. Tessa grabbed one of her hooded sweatshirts, pulled it on over her street clothes, then put her wallet and cell in the bag with her clothes. The doorbell rang, and she opened the door to Damon.

“Oh goodness.” She jogged to the bathroom and came back with a towel. Damon was soaked. “I take it the weather is still stormy.”

“To say the least.” Damon rubbed the towel over his face and hair.

“Get in here.” Tessa pulled him into her apartment. “Why don’t you go in the guest bathroom, get out of those wet clothes, and take a hot shower.”

“Trying to get me out of my clothes.” His eyes twinkled.

“Trying to keep you from catching a cold.” She pushed him toward the bathroom. “I can put your clothes in the dryer while you’re in the shower and find you something to put on while they dry.”

“Or I could run around naked.”

Tessa shook her head, and he laughed and made his way down the hall. Tessa dug around in the back of her closet for an old pair of her brother’s sweats. They should fit. She heard the shower come on, then she opened the bathroom door an inch.

“Are you in the shower?”

“Yes. Planning to join me?”

“You wish.” His teasing was becoming second nature. She set the sweats down and picked up his wet clothing. “Sweats on the counter.”

After throwing his clothes in the washer, she looked out her balcony window. Yep, there was a storm all right, complete with wind. Tessa grabbed her cell and called the club. “Wicked Sanctuary, this is Max.”

“Hey, Max, Tessa here.”

“What’s up, lovely lady?”

“I don’t think Damon and I are going to make it with the storm that’s brewing.”

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