Page 14 of My Toy Boy

Every day with Caine gets better. Today he left for work early with a glint in his eyes. That glint I’ve learned means he’s up to no good.

The last time he had that look, he made me come twice in a booth at Tupelo’s, and then fed me an order of beignet’s because he feared the calories we burn having sex would take away my curves. The man is insatiable, but I love it.

When I arrive at the Grynd, he’s sitting in his office on my chaise, bare ass naked with a cup of my favorite coffee.

“You’ve redecorated, and you brought a cup of foreplay.”

He hands me the cup and pulls me onto his lap. I’ve learned over the last few weeks that a dress is better suited for my work environment and underwear is a waste of time and money. Within our first week he tore through every pair I owned and refused to let me buy more.

“Customer satisfaction ratings are up,” he says as his hard shaft presses against my flesh.

“That’s not the only thing.” I shift my body to straddle him and sink onto his waiting cock. We also gave up condoms in exchange for the pill. There is nothing more satisfying than the silkiness of his skin inside my body.

I ride him hard and fast until he grips my hips and calls out my name. “Janey, I love you.”

Those are the words that make my day. To be loved by this man is everything.

“I love you too. Now tell me why you moved my stuff in here?” One glance around and I see he’s been busy. Shelves line his wall full of the toys his company sells. Everything but rubber cocks. There’s only one of those, and I know it like I know my own name.

“You’re too far away down that hallway.” His beautiful lips turn into a pout. “Besides, I want to hear every moan you make and watch every quiver that comes from your body.”

I laugh because he still thinks I sit in my office and play with myself when the truth is I’ve only pleasured myself that one time and he was there in my mind anyway.

“I have a confession.” I cup his face and look into his brilliant brown eyes.

He tenses. “Do I need to be dressed? Should I still be inside you when you make this confession?”

I grind my hips into him and feel him jerk against my walls. “You should definitely be naked and inside me.”

His hands cup my breasts as his fingers brush against my nipples making it almost impossible to assemble a thought.

“I’ve only pleasured myself once in that office. That day you took me to lunch then took me home.”

; “Really? How are you solving peoples problems?”

I rock back and forth until he stretches me to the limits. “I used common sense.”

“So you didn’t give me a hand job that first day?” He looks almost disappointed.

“That I did, but it wasn’t for my pleasure,” I poke him playfully in the chest while I ride him, “It was for yours. Did you like it?”

His hips thrust up to meet mine. “Very much so. I like knowing that even when I’m not in your presence, my cock is in your hand.”

“Do you want to fire me because I’m not testing your product in the office?” I lift and sink hard onto his length. His head falls back, and he strains to hold his release.

“You’re killing me, Janey. One fucking stroke at a time.”

“You want to come?” I rotate my hips and listen to him hiss.

“Yes. I want to come.” His head falls back like he’s drunk on me. “God, Janey, I love you so much.”

“So I’m not fired?”

He pulls my hips hard onto his length and growls out his release. “It’s time for your review, sweetheart, and you get a raise.”

I fall into his arms and kiss him not because he wants to give me a raise, but because he loves me.