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“Kyle’s on his way,” Zak said, checking his phone. “While we wait, I’ll put the skin mags in the truck.”
“What skin mags?” Roddie asked with a choke of laughter.
“They were Grandpa’s. I didn’t know about them, either.” I held up a hand. “So don’t hassle me over them.”
Roddie narrowed his eyes with keen interest. “Are there any Playgirl?”
“No,” Zak and I said together.
Chapter 19
Meg
Georgia was right. Monday was really quiet, but after last week, it felt too quiet. Uneasily so.
At least I had time to enter reorders and call Roddie’s school in Toronto.
I was perched on the stool at the cash desk, working on my laptop, when Zak burst in with his usual bull-in-a-china-shop energy, jangling the sleigh bell.
“I brought this for the cabinet.” He held up a rag and a capped bottle. “Sometimes a little rub with oil is all it needs, rather than a full strip and finish.”
For a long moment, the innuendo hung in the air.
He nodded. “You’re right. It’s the store.”
I smirked, closed the laptop, and folded my arms on the desk.
“Need me to stop the music?” Air Supply was All Out of Love.
“Nah, I’ll do a small spot for now, see what it needs.” He crouched at the back corner of the cabinet. “Want my report?”
“On? Oh.” I left the stool and came closer to open the cabinet so I could lower the volume.
A lemony scent rose from where he worked. “Hit me.”
“The squishy thing? Interesting. Not ground-breaking, but it mixes things up. Easy to clean, but you have to get up and do that before you can go to sleep. I’d rather use a few tissues, roll over, and saw logs.”
“Good feedback. Didn’t think about cleanup.”
His gaze flicked up to mine. Apparently, this was a reciprocal conversation.
“I don’t have that problem very often.” I glanced at my non-existent manicure. I wasn’t really a squirter, but didn’t feel like I was missing out on much. My orgasms were reliable and satisfying. Who needed wet sheets to prove it?
“The frenulum thing has ten speeds. It was too much at first, until I figured that out. Then it was like, fuck. Really great. Blew my load up to here.” He cut his hand across his collarbone. “Was that TMI?”
“Not at all.” I was stifling a laugh. “I’ll be sure to tell future customers. I’ll need you here so I can demonstrate the distance traveled, though.” I moved my hand through the air to where his neck might be if he stood beside me.
“Velocity is really what you’re wanting to convey. Speed, power, and velocity.”
“An effective method when you’re in a hurry?”
“Sure. And discreet. I’m wearing it now.”
The toy was the size of a groin guard, but I played along. “Comfortable enough to wear all day. Noted.”
He stood, mouth quirked with amusement, but only nodded at the cabinet. “What do you think?”
I refused to look at his fly and shifted closer to him so I could see the richer contrast in the bottom corner. “That looks way better.”
