listener, that he pays attention to whoever he’s talking to.
Casey notices me first and waves. When Logan’s face turns in my direction, his lips curve up and his eyes twinkle with dirty deeds and sweet nothings. He quickly schools his expression. Puts on his professional face.
They both rise as I reach them, but Casey goes first, extending a hand. “So good to meet you at last, especially after all our emails.”
“Good to meet you too.”
Logan gestures to the chair. “Good to see you, Bryn.”
“And you, Logan,” I say, feeling a little sheepish as we pretend in front of her.
We sit and order drinks, and Casey tells me, “I feel like I know you already after all our exchanges.”
“I’m glad you reached out. I think we can do great things together, as Logan mentioned.”
“He did share some of your thoughts, but mostly he said you’d already put together some great ideas for a content partnership, and I’d love to hear them.”
“The floor is yours,” Logan says to me, and I take it.
I slide right into my vision for the strategic pair-up between her sex toy company and our dating and relationship site. “I’m imagining articles and how-to guides for both our couples’ content and our singles’ content. Sex toys are something most of us are interested in, but frankly, some of us don’t know how to use them. Don’t know where to start. Have you ever tried a toy that has fourteen speeds and ten settings, and figuring out how to use it in the heat of the moment kills both the heat and the moment?”
Casey smiles, lifting a hand. “That’s been known to happen from time to time.”
“And I think even if your site has those guides and that sort of how-to-use info, I feel strongly that readers’ sex and relationship lives would be enriched if other sites, like The Dating Pool, could incorporate that into what we do,” I explain. “Likewise, I could see providing some content on your site—like fun and sexy date suggestions, how to talk about vibrators, how to introduce sex toys early on, or later, or any time—will only drive more sales of your products.”
Then, I dive into the specifics of how I see this coming together.
Pun intended.
“I love it,” Casey says when I’m done.
Logan smiles. “Told you she was brilliant.”
I smile proudly, glad they both like my strategy for how we can work together.
“You did,” Casey says, then takes a beat and draws a breath, gesturing from me to him and back. “Also, you guys don’t have to pretend you’re not a thing with me.”
I blink, straighten my shoulders, and say nothing.
Logan fixes his lips in a straight line.
“Oh, c’mon,” Casey says, with a chiding smile sent in his direction. “I picked up the vibe the second she walked in, Logan. The way you look at her gave it away.”
He rolls his eyes, shrugs, looks to me, and smiles.
I turn to him and grin. “Good to see you.”
“Very good to see you.”
“Knew it. Called it.” Casey licks her finger, then the air, making a sizzling sound.
Later that night, Logan and I are making the sizzling sounds when we go to my place and reconnect.
We don’t even make it to the bedroom. The kitchen is as far as we get. He pushes me up against the counter, hikes up my skirt, and tugs my panties down to my knees.
“Leave on the shoes,” he instructs
I bend over the counter, my black heels on, my ass in the air. His hand slides between my legs, and I gasp, swaying against him the second he makes contact.
His voice is rough, smoky. “Oh, you do want this, sweetheart.”
“I want you,” I tell him, trembling with desire.
He reaches for my wrists, sliding them along the counter. “Keep your hands on the counter and hold on tight.”
I do as he says, my face turned as I watch him. He doesn’t even undo his shirt. He unbuckles his belt, unzips his pants, and takes out his cock. I shudder when I see how hard he is, how ready he is. And how suited-up sexy he is with just his zipper undone and his crisp shirt and silk tie still on. He tosses the tie over his shoulder.
“I’m not going to be gentle,” he rasps out, as he rubs the head of his cock against my wetness.
“I’d never expect you to.”
“I’m going to fuck you hard to show you how much I missed you.”
I bow my back, lifting my ass. “Show me. Show