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Z: Good boy.

C: you never said how long I have to wear this

Z: I know.

Carson clenched his jaw as the plug vibrated briefly, three short bursts.

Z: That was for asking again. Tell me if you have a meeting. Otherwise I expect you to wear it until I see you tonight. You may not leave work early, you are to work a full eight hours. Go home, get an overnight bag of clothes, and then come to my house.

Carson closed his eyes and swallowed. It was possible that his mouth was writing checks his ass literally couldn’t cash. But it had been so much fun, in the moment, taunting Zach, talking shit. And really, he could have said he wouldn’t do it. But if there was one thing Carson never did, it was back down from a challenge.

So now he was wearing a vibrating plug all day, and Zach was the one with the remote. He didn’t even know that they made long-distance remote-controlled vibrators, but apparently they did and all they needed was a wireless internet connection.

Carson wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to know why Zach had one. But when the challenge had been thrown down, he’d instantly accepted, not realizing what he’d be getting himself into.

“Carson, you sure you’re okay? You look really flushed and sweaty. Man, if you’re sick, we’ve got this.”

“I’m okay, Sam, I swear. Thank you. I was just rushing to get here and ran up the stairs instead of waiting for the elevator.”

11:37AM

C: if I say I’m sorry will you stop?

Z: Already? It’s not even noon yet, sweetheart. I thought you said you could take it all day.

C: I can if you stop turning it on!

Z: Where’s the fun in that?

Carson was going to need to see a dentist by the end of the day if he didn’t stop clenching his teeth so damn hard. For the last ten minutes, Zach had set the plug on the lowest setting, just the slightest flutter of feeling inside him, but it was enough that he was hard again. Much to his relief, after another two minutes, the vibrations ceased.

Two hours later, Carson stretched, only to surprise himself when he felt the plug. He’d forgotten all about it because Zach hadn’t turned it on again. He dismissed it, assuming that Zach was busy with whatever he did for work, grabbed his phone, and headed down to the deli for lunch.

Sam and Matt beckoned him over to their table and shoved their extra fries at him.

“You need something more than chicken and salad, man!” Sam insisted.

“No way. I had a treadmill desk at my old job. I don’t have one here, I only have the gym time now. Gotta watch what I eat.”

Matt reached over and tugged at the collar of the polo shirt Carson wore.

“I’m pretty sure you’re working it off, buddy,” he said.

Carson blushed and readjusted his shirt.

“Even still. The fries’ll go right to my—my stomach,” he said, a hitch in his breath as the plug buzzed back to life.

“Hah! Well, anyway, you should probably make sure you wear a shirt and tie on Monday for the meeting. Don’t wanna give the boss any ideas,” Sam winked.

“What?” Carson was trying desperately to follow the conversation, but was having a difficult time focusing past the random vibration lengths.

“McAllister is, like, the biggest player I’ve ever met. And it doesn’t matter to him which way you swing. I’ve seen him with men and women both. So if he gets a load of you like that, he might not like the in-house competition,” Matt said.

Sam gestured in Carson’s direction with a French fry. “And you’ve got that meeting on Monday with him about some big new account he just signed, right? Apparently, your work has caught his attention and he asked to have you on the team?”

“Yeah, I do. I … okay. That’s not at all what I thought, but okay.”

“Whaddya mean?”