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  "Yeah. I read the warning that it wasn't meant for actual use. So what's the purpose of them?"

  "Did you read your directions?"

  "No. You came in before I had the chance to,” he told her, giving her a tentative smile.

  She smiled back, disarming dimples and all, but didn't remark further. Guy snorted and picked up the paper.

  You will be testing the product for fit and comfort. Also for taste.

  "For taste?” He almost laughed. A second glance into the box revealed a whole rainbow of colors: pink, red, green, yellow, gold, and brown. Lifting one of the brown packets, he wagged it at Charlotte. “Dare I even ask what flavor this is?"

  She frowned. “It doesn't say?"

  He flipped it over. “Nope. It only has the company name and logo on one side, and the disclaimer warning on the other."

  "Damn. Be sure to make a note about that,” she told him.

  "Yes, ma'am, but you haven't answered my question."

  "The brown is supposed to be chocolate. The red is cherry, the pink strawberry. Green is green apple. Yellow is lemon. Gold is banana."

  "And I'm supposed to ... what? Put it on then lick myself? Sorry, Charlotte, but I'm not that agile."

  "No...” She hesitated long enough for those whiskey brown eyes to drop to his fly. “They're ... uhh ... Guy..."

  Oh, fuck, yeah! Batter up!

  Her eyes riveted on his face. She had managed to get this far, but he could see her faltering. Probably wondering if what she was doing was right, or even allowed.

  The tension grew like an invisible wall. He knew she wanted to scale it as much as he did, but someone had to take the first step. The first leap. Somehow he had to show her he was just as interested, if not more as she was.

  Giving her one of his most heart-melting smiles, Guy held out the brown packet. “Why would a guy have to test the condoms for taste? Unless he swings for the male sex, you're having the wrong person do the experiment."

  "Yeah. Oh, yeah, that's ... You're right.” She took the condom with trembling fingers, but her eyes never left his. Then she did the wrong thing. She nervously licked her lips.

  Three feet had separated them, but no longer. Guy took two steps, reaching out and grabbing her arms with both hands. She literally jumped off of the examination table and into his embrace.

  Her mouth was better than he'd imagined it. She wriggled against him, pressing her mound against his belt buckle as she locked her knees around his hips. Her arms grabbed him around the shoulders, and it was all he could do not to rip her panties off of her.

  He could feel her trying to suck his tongue into her mouth, and suddenly he wanted that pretty tongue running up the underside of his steel-like cock. Dipping his hands into her thick, sexy hair, Guy carefully disengaged himself.

  "Charlotte..."

  "Mmm?"

  Backing away, he quickly undid his belt and pants, letting them drop to his knees. Now freed, his cock pushed at the last confinement of his briefs. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband and started to drag them downward when she stopped him.

  "No. Please. Let me."

  All pretenses were gone. All hesitancy vanished. Guy watched as Charlotte reached out to touch his heavy member through the cotton. Lightly, teasingly, he bit back a request as her nails skimmed the surface. Nice. Oh, Lordy, it was nice! But enough was enough!

  Before he could comment, she pulled down the briefs herself, and his tight erection bobbed in front of her face.

  "Ooh, nice,” she cooed, flashing him an impish grin. There were those damn dimples again, but this time he didn't have to keep mum about them.

  "Those dimples of yours drive me to distraction. Did you know that?"

  "Just my dimples?” Charlotte grinned again as she tore open the condom package. A little brown ring dropped into her palm, which she placed on his crown. Carefully, methodically, she unrolled the sheath until it ended a couple of inches from his groin. Her touch was driving him to the brink, especially when her mouth was close enough to kiss the pulsing head.

  "It's too short,” Guy commented, nearly out of breath. The woman was making last night's dream come true, and they hadn't even started rounding the bases yet!

  "It's not meant to be a real condom, Guy,” she reminded him. “Just an ... uhh..."

  "Appetizer?"

  "Yeah.” Another one of those dick-hardening smiles. “Good choice of words. Or, in this case, dessert."

  Lowering his voice to a whisper, Guy leaned over to where he could almost kiss her again. “So how does it taste?"

  Whiskey brown eyes dropped to view his cock that now reminded him of a fudge-covered banana. To his delight, she bent over and slid her tongue from the crown to the end. There was the sound of smacking lips, making his erection pulse even harder. It took great effort not to take her face between his hands and shove himself into that hot little dimpling mouth.

  "Mmm. Not bad."

  "Not ba—?"

  The second word never made it out of his mouth because she engulfed him in hers. He could feel her tongue stroking him as she made little slurping sounds. But when her teeth playfully chewed on him, it took every effort not to cum.

  "Char ... Jesus, woman!” He was about ready to shoot through the ceiling if she wasn't careful.

  A throaty laugh answered him. “You like?"

  "Oh, hell, yeah! And you?"

  She smacked her lips again. “Dedicated chocoholic."

  "What would happen if I came?” he panted, still trying to control himself. But it was damn hard. Already his legs were about to give way. Struggling, Guy reached behind him to use the counter for support.

  "It would depend on how much chocolate is left. You're a giant candy bar right now, Mr. Stenson, and I could just eat you up."

  "Well, be my guest."

  She didn't need any further urging, taking him full into her mouth and pumping up and down. It was now a matter of seconds before he'd shoot into her, but Guy no longer cared. She was a big girl. She knew what she was doing, and where it could lead.

  Those small hands cupped his balls as her head slid forward and back. He was unable to resist burrowing his fingers in that head of thick, russet hair. In fact, he was unable to do anything but let the marvelous wonder of her mouth wash over him. She was, indeed, eating him up. Her teeth scraped over his electrified nerve endings, jolting him to his toes as the chocolate condom melted away. A moment later he gushed into her mouth.

  Numb, weak-kneed, they remained locked together for several seconds. Then, slowly, Charlotte pulled away from him and stepped over to the sink to rinse out her mouth. Guy took the opportunity to clean himself off with one of the towelettes.

  "Okay, Miss Skye. What should I say about the chocolate flavor? Pass or fail?"

  She straightened up and wiped an errant drop of water from her lower lip with the back of her hand. “Oh, I've already approved the flavor, Mr. Stenson. I just needed to check on its practicality."

  He reached for her, ready to start heading for home base, when she backed off slightly. “What? What's wrong?” At first he thought she would start to pull one of those “we shouldn't have done that” scenarios. To his surprise, she was neither apologetic nor sorry.

  "I need to get back to my office before someone starts looking for me."

  "I understand. But what about...?” He gestured between the two of them. To her credit, she gave him a small smile.

  "Finish the rest of the testing, and I'll see you tomorrow.” She hurried out of the room, leaving Guy to wonder what the hell was going on.

  Was she playing with him, the way Ramona had? Or was she as caught up in this unexpected attraction between them as he was?

  Unexpectedly, another voice wisecracked in his head. What if this was the way she personally tested her products?

  "Fuck off,” Guy growled. No way! What had just happened was not part of the testing process. He would bet a year's pay on it.

  No. Miss Charlotte Skye had
her eye on him. She was interested, and so was he. And this was only his first night on the job.

  He didn't dare wonder what would happen tomorrow night, but his subconscious did. It was enough to keep his dick lengthened sufficiently so he could finish his round of tests, and it didn't go limp until long after he'd left the building and was on his way home.

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  Pride

  There was absolutely no excuse for what I've done, Charlotte told herself as she sat in her overstuffed office chair and stared at the reports sitting on her desk. What excuse could she give for going into that room and doing fellatio on him? Was she that horny?

  Okay, that one might work. After all, it had been some time since she'd slept with a man. But, for some reason, Guy Stenson drew her to him like they were tied together, and he was reeling in the string.

  Maybe it was because, deep down, she knew he was vulnerable. The man was freshly divorced. He was, having to stay at some friend's house because the ex got the apartment. But that would make her the rebound. Definitely not a position she should be in.

  Still, the man got to her. Not only that, she must have gotten to him. He didn't treat her with roughness or impatience. He had been gentle. He'd wanted more. So had she, but unfortunately, she didn't have the time to spare.

  Wondering how far they could have gone if she hadn't left, Charlotte squirmed in her chair. God, she wanted Guy Stenson in the worst way. Would he object if she went back to him tomorrow? Would he be back tomorrow?

  Charlotte sat up. Yes, he'd be back. Beyond a doubt, he would come back. If not so much for the paycheck, then to see if she would slip inside his testing room again.

  Opening the file drawer beside her, she pulled out the man's personnel folder. She had all his information here, including the background checks and medical stats. Too bad he lived with friends, or else she would be tempted to go over to his place and...

  And what? Hope he would screw her brains out? And then what? Thank you, Mr. Stenson, for an enjoyable evening? See you tomorrow?

  Egads, I need a fuck buddy.

  No. Not that. But performance could be a requirement on your short list, her conscience told her.

  The sound of his deep voice rattled in her mind. "Those dimples of yours drive me to distraction. Did you know that?"

  "Note to self. Smile more at Mr. Stenson.” In the meantime it was late. If she didn't get home and get some decent sleep, she wouldn't be worth shit tomorrow. Much less have the energy to take on Mr. Stenson again when he came for the next round of tests.

  One thing was certain, though, she confessed to herself. Before all was said and done, she and that man's absolutely lick-a-licious dick were going to do more than shake hands.

  "Was she a good lay?"

  "Yeah. A really fine lay, but—"

  "Well, I don't have the experience she had,” Charlotte said as she got up and collected her purse. “But I am more than willing to learn."

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  Pinnacle

  A little after seven the next evening, Charlotte casually went up to the sixth floor and perused the receptionist's sign-in sheet.

  Stenson, G.—Rm. 8

  Check-in—7:03 p.m.

  She checked her watch. It was almost a quarter after. Good.

  The testing personnel weren't assigned a specific room for any length of time. They were given the next vacant room on a first-come, first-serve basis. Which meant Charlotte would have to check the roster every evening to find out where Guy was located.

  Every night. For the first time, she wondered just how many nights she would be doing this, tracking him down. How long would she be able to keep doing this before she and he hooked up on a more permanent basis? Or—and she hated to even consider this possibility—he called it quits. Because he would have to be the one to end it. For some reason she couldn't explain, she seriously doubted she could be the one to initiate closing the door between them.

  What was it about Guy Stenson that kept her heart racing and her inner thighs slick with desire?

  She knocked lightly. He had to have been anticipating her because the door immediately opened just enough to let her slip inside. Once she was in, he closed and locked the door, and wrapped her in his arms. She found herself shoved up against the wall with his cock digging itself between her legs.

  Oh, the hell with it! Let him! Let ME!

  This is what she had dreamed of. Had wished for and practically drooled over from the first moment she saw his photo on the application.

  He shoved himself against her again, pressing her so hard against the plaster wall, she was afraid of leaving an indentation. She managed to lift her knees enough to nudge his ribs. Guy adjusted his hold on her in order to reach between her legs and fumble for her panties. Even with his tongue in her mouth, Charlotte giggled.

  Guy gasped and pulled back enough to stare into her eyes. “What the...?"

  "Quit begging, big guy, and prove yourself."

  His thick cock rammed into her without question. Her moan was muffled by his mouth as he continued to pound into her relentlessly. Hard, fast, and never slowing, Guy gripped her thighs so firmly, she knew she'd be left with bruises—as if she cared. Her shirt was shoved up to her waist, and he was pile driving in her.

  For the life of her, she had never felt anything half as good. At some point he had released her mouth and now his lips and teeth were latched onto her neck. Sucking it, biting it, licking it. Erotic couldn't give it justice. It was all she could do to hold on.

  Her orgasm hit her without warning. Crying out, she rode the pinnacle, lost in the heat of their passion, wishing he would never stop the sensations tearing through her. He pounded into for what seemed forever. Suddenly, he jerked so hard, she felt his balls slapping between her legs. A second jerk, and he let out a loud, long sigh of pleasure.

  A moment passed. Then two. Finally he raised his forehead from her shoulder and waddled them over to the examination table where he sat her down. Reluctantly he withdrew himself, and it was then Charlotte saw the familiar shine of a prophylactic on his softened member.

  "That better be one of ours,” she teased. She was answered with a kiss before he turned to remove it and toss it in the trash.

  "I was hoping you would come,” Guy admitted.

  "Umm, I could tell."

  He gave her a curious look when she giggled again. “Now that you're here, want to tell me what in the world this is supposed to be?” He waved at the row of little decorated boxes sitting on the counter. The one on the end had been opened.

  "It's our new holiday line."

  "It's the ‘Dress Your Dick’ line. Don't tell me you're serious."

  "Aww, I think they would be cute. Have you tried one on yet?"

  Guy chuckled. “Actually, I was sort of waiting for you to show up before I did. I read that they're meant for decoration only."

  "Yeah. That's exactly what the intent is. To get lovers to have a little fun. Play around. You know. Kind of like foreplay. Put one on."

  Inside each box was a cardboard dildo dressed for a specific holiday. There was a St. Patrick's leprechaun and a Valentine edition covered with little glittery hearts.

  Two were for Easter. One multi-colored version was meant to represent an egg. It even had little ball sacks. The other one was a rabbit, complete with little ears.

  The three Halloween costumes had made him howl with laughter. The orange pumpkin costume looked tempting, as did the white ghost. But he had doubts the witch costume would fly. Literally.

  "How is a guy going to keep the witch's hat from coming off?” he pointed out. “Sure, it looks cute hanging off the end of Mr. Moho like that, but in practicality, I'm betting it won't stay on for any length of time."

  "Mr. Moho?” Charlotte giggled. “You named your dick?"

  "All men do. They just don't admit it. Moho stands for ‘mind of his own'. Most of the time the damn thing does what it wants to do, not what I
want it to."

  Laughing softly, she nodded. “I'll remember that. Oh, and don't forget to jot down your observation about the hat,” she told him. “Try on the Santa suit."

  Guy grabbed the first of the three Christmas versions. “Okay, first observation."

  "What?"

  "You need a Hanukkah version."

  "Ooo. Good point. Does it itch or scratch?"

  "Nah. But I feel like a putz with it on."

  He was swelling again, which made Charlotte smile. He also waggled his dick at her until the little jingle bell on the tip made a sound.

  "The bell might be a bitch, though,” Guy offered.

  "What makes you say that. I think it's cute.” She reached over and dragged her nails gently across the costume. He shivered in response. “Tickle?"

  "Hell, yeah. But I'm telling you, those little arms and legs sticking out of my cock are going to give me nightmares tonight."

  Charlotte laughed as he dragged off the costume and reached for the reindeer one.

  "You did say these were just for fun, right? I mean, a guy can't actually get it on with his woman while he's wearing one, can he?"

  "I really don't think it would be feasible. At least the costumes aren't made to withstand the ... umm...” She giggled nervously. “No, Guy. They're meant for decoration only. So what do you think? A sure-fire best seller? Or a sure-fire bomb?"

  "If you have a good marketing staff and a decent price on them, I think they'll fly.” He tapped the third Christmas costume. “But get rid of the elf one. And if you have a tree in development, dump it, too."

  "Why?"

  "The elf is too much like the Santa one. And if you hang a bunch of shit off the tree one, well, think of a tree lying horizontally."

  Charlotte smiled. “Actually, I'm thinking about what you'd look like flat on your back with your dick standing straight up and decorated to the max with little balls and twinkling lights."

  "Don't you dare, Charlotte,” he gruffly said, and she squealed in laughter. His cock was waggling at her, complete with tiny antlers and a bright red nose that blinked. “What's making the nose go off?"