Page 29 of The Toy Maker

Jason shrugged. “Build the toys and they will come.” He winked at me and then put the dildo back on a shelf.

I felt a smile tugging on my lips. “So, why have you invited me here?”

“Follow me,” he said before turning and weaving through the shelves of toys. “The night you broke in, I was working on this.” A small gadget lay in his palm.

I gave him a wry look. “I’m pretty sure that bullet vibrators have already been invented.”

“Not one like this.” His lips twitched, and I assumed he was amused with himself.

How incredibly arrogant of him. Of course, he thought he single-handedly fashioned the newest version of intense pleasure. The images of the Cherries on the Sibion Scream flashed through my head.

“What makes this one so special?” I poked at the small-sized vibrator in his hand.

“It’s completely silent.” He pressed a button at the tip and placed the metal cylinder on my skin. The vibrations were strong, and I felt curiosity welling inside of me. I couldn’t hear any buzzing coming out of the toy.

Jason saw the awe plastered on my face unbeknownst to me and pressed the button again. The vibrations increased; the room stayed quiet.

I struggled to put together a sentence. “That’s?—”

“I know,” he said before I could form a coherent thought.

“Is that all you wanted to show me?”

“Actually, no.” He put the toy away and pulled down another dildo for my inspection. This one was covered in ribbed silicone and had an oddly tempting shape to it; the idea of having alone time once I got home was enough to send heat between my legs.

Before I could linger too long in that daydream, Jason pushed a button at the base.

The dick sprang to life, the tip thrusting up and down in smooth, calculated movements. With each motion, it curved slightly upward, hitting an invisible target for G-spot stimulation.

I swallowed down my excitement. “I’ve seen a million of those.”

I could tell he was getting frustrated with my unimpressed act. “Do all your toys automatically grow wider?” he challenged.

My eyebrows raised in shock before I could stop them, and he took that as an invitation to continue.

“These buttons are programmed with different stimulation patterns.” When I didn’t respond with stars in my eyes, he switched the toy off and handed it to me.

“What am I supposed to do with this?” I mumbled.

“Play with it,” he said without missing a beat. He was different here, tucked away from the rest of the store. He was almost normal,almost.

I stared down at the toy, my thighs clenching involuntarily, panties already dampening at the suggestion. “I don’t want to.”

Jason laughed, “Well, if you ever want to, then you know where it is.” His eyes darted away from mine and back to the shelves, but my attention lingered on him.

“I should go.” I forced the words out of my mouth before I could agree to anything stupid. My heart pounded in my chest when I was near him. I shouldn’t have come to the back.

I started to walk away, but Jason caught my attention, “How would you like to make a little extra money?”

I paused. “By doing what?” Had he heard me on the phone?

“Testing the toys before I put them on the market.”

I bit the inside of my cheek, then blurted, “How much?” I crossed my arms.

“We can work out the details over coffee.” The unwavering expression on his face made it obvious that he was serious. “Or we can work something out now, and you can start today.”

My initial objections were silenced when I realized how many boundaries I had already crossed. What was one more added to the list? The bills sitting on my nightstand easily swayed my decision-making process.