ARTIFACTUAL (BOOK 2)
Erotique's Mandy and Bruce are back! When these playful lovers
experiment with a new toy during a powerful thunderstorm, they experience
sex in a whole new way.
F/M, CONTEMPORARY, SPECULATIVE, EXPLICIT ADULT FICTION
Amanda Long nudged open the office door with her
toe and finished the job with her hip. The large box she held blocked her view
of Bruce, who sat at the large desk. He pecked at the keyboard with two fingers,
a deep crease in his brow.
"Little help here, stud?" she called with just a hint of annoyance in her voice.
"This is heavy."
Bruce grunted his displeasure at the interruption as he circled the desk to
relieve Mandy of her burden. "Lemme guess," his tone softening somewhat when he
felt its weight, "you're adding bowling balls to the inventory?"
"Just batteries, Einstein. Most vibrators need batteries, after all. I thought
it was a logical addition."
With a heavy sigh, Mandy plopped onto the sofa. While she loved running
Erotique, the famous sex toy shop and museum took nearly all her time and
energy. Bruce's, too. It seemed they spent more nights on the inflatable
mattress in the cramped office than they did in their nice new apartment.
"Over there," she pointed in response to his unspoken question, and watched with
weary admiration as he effortlessly placed the box where indicated. Even through
the pinpoint oxford, his shoulders were quite impressive. When he joined her on
the sofa, she swung her opposite leg across his lap and straddled him in one
"I'm sorry I've been such a bitch lately. We're both working way too hard. We
need more play time, and I don't just mean sex--although more of that would be
nice, too. So tell me, counselor," she continued after a conciliatory kiss, "is
this lawsuit going forward?"
Bruce shrugged and ran a hand through his hair. "That's what I was working on
when you came in. It's the price of success, Man. The vultures smell a great big
liability policy. Their case is without merit and they know it. They're just
hopin' you'll settle for fifty grand or so just to make 'em go away. Might not
be a bad idea, y'know. Insurance'll cover the settlement, and I'll take a blow
job in lieu of my attorney fee. It's a steal, I tell ya."
"There is no way I'm settling! That'd be like hanging a sign over the door:
Frivolous Lawsuits Welcome. As for your fee," she paused to wiggle her bottom in
an intentionally stirring manner, "do you barter this way with all your
"Only the feisty entrepreneurs who give incredible head," Bruce confessed with a
wink. "Let's go home tonight, Man. It's supposed to storm--the first real
thunderstorm of the season--and I want to spend it in our new bed with you
wrapped around me."