Page 15 of Baby for My Best Friend's Brother

“Wait.” I shake my head, forcing myself to snap out of the stupor. “That one isn’t for the welcome baskets. It’s for?—”

I cut myself off and wince as Cliff removes a black box with “HER PLEASURE” printed in a bold, hot pink font across it.

“That isn’t mine,” I blurt out.

He arches an eyebrow. “Then whose is it?”

Something about the way his voice grows husky as he says the last word makes a pulse beat between my thighs. Instinctively, I press my thighs together more tightly and bite back a groan as a jolt of pleasure bursts through me.

“I’m pretty sure these were sent by a personal product program your sister works with.” I wince and can feel my cheeks flush hot. “You… you probably don’t want to hear any more about that.”

“You’re right. I don’t want to talk about my sister having a history of passing out… toys to her friends.” He flips the device over in his hand. “I’d rather talk about why you claim you aren’t interested in them.”

The smoldering gaze he gives nearly knocks the breath clear out of my lungs.

“I didn’t say—” Actually, I did. “I didn’t mean… What I meant to say is…”

“What did you mean to say?”

I open my mouth and nothing comes out. Crap. I swear, the blood has completely left my head, making it impossible for me to draw a clear thought.

Releasing a frustrated breath, I ball my hands into fists on my knees. “I just meant that those are for the bachelorette party bags, and I don’t know much else about them.”

“Right.” He pushes a button and a blue light appears.

“Oh God. I didn’t realize they would be charged already. Usually you have to plug it in for a couple of hours first or change the…” I trail off as my cheeks flush again.

“There goes your story about not knowing anything about these guys.”

I lift my shoulders, because what else can I say or do.

“Of course I know how… those work.” I’m a single woman in her late twenties. “I still don’t know much about this particular device.”

“So you don’t know if it’s any good?”

“Nope.”

If the ground could just open up and swallow me whole, I’d be eternally grateful.

“Hmm.” He holds the button down again, and it buzzes to life. “Hold out your hand.”

My lips part in surprise. “What?”

“Your hand.” He stares into my eyes unblinking. “Hold out your hand.”

My pulse quickens as I do what he’s ordered.

“Good girl.” The corners of his lips twitch.

He lightly rubs the vibrating bulb against the palm of my hand. A shiver runs up my spine, and I gasp.

His smirk grows. “I’d say that’s a good first result.”

He slides it from my palm to the pulse on my wrist. It sends a throb through my veins and straight between my thighs.

I suck in a breath. “Oh.”

“Do you like that?”

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