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Sex-O-Matic

By Vee Michaels

Series : Book

Heat Rating 3

Released 2011-07-15

Word Count 6246

Keywords romantic comedy, vee michaels, sex toys, graphic m/f sex, monogamous, playful, erotic, erotica, dildo, erotika romance, erotika for women, erotic romance, erotic, romance, lust, lovers, contemporary

ISBN 978-1-926930-79-4

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What happens when you gather one UPS man, one struggling writer, and the Sex-O-Matic? A delightful, sexy day of adventure! Holly is a struggling writer who does random product testing and reviews to make ends meet. When she faints in front of her sexy UPS guy, Marv, he comes to her rescue. He's curious about her product testing, and together they open the nondescript brown box containing her latest assignment: the Sex-O-Matic, a machine that guarantees its user multiple orgasms. Being the gentleman he is, Marv naturally offers to help Holly test it. How can she resist?

"Hey, you're one of the few people who bothers to thank me when I show up at your door. You gave me a Christmas card, and you know my birthday. I feel like we're practically family." He shot me a smile that had me wishing he hadn't mentioned the family part. "I like to be neighborly," I explained while hoping my attraction to him wasn't obvious. "So why don't you have plans on a Saturday night?" "Night? It's only two in the afternoon." He frowned. I winced at my disorientation. "I knew that." "Tell me about this product reviewing thing you do," Marv said. "I just get random stuff, review it, and send it back. Sometimes I edit the manuals as well." "Like what kind of stuff?" "Anything from toasters to aromatherapy candles to hair spray. The reviews have to be three hundred words minimum, one thousand words maximum." I took a bite of ravioli and nearly moaned with pleasure. "So what do you have in the boxes?" "I have no idea." I filled my mouth again. "Can I open them?" "Sure. Knock yourself out." With a boyish grin, Marv slipped away from the table and went straight for the big box. With his back to me, I took a huge bite. He pulled a straightedge razor off a clip on his belt and sliced the nondescript, brown box open. "You carry a razor around?" I asked. "Gets to be habit." He flipped open the box flaps. I bit into the garlic bread. Butter covered my top lip, and I licked it off. "Thanks again for lunch. This is delicious." I felt better. He stared into the box far longer than I thought a reasonably intelligent person ought to. "Well, what is it?" He looked at me, cocked an eyebrow, then glanced back at the box. "What?" I got up from my seat and walked over. Peeking over his shoulder into the box, I saw a photo of a fit, tan, naked woman straddling a large gadget. With her head thrown back, her mouth open, her eyes closed, and her back arched, it looked like she was in the throes of an orgasm. The thing she was crouching over resembled the arm of a couch or a giant russet potato. Beneath her photo, in large white font, was Sex-O-Matic.