Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35291 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35291 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Heat crawls up my neck. "Yes. I told you, I'm book smart. I read about engineering and electronics like other people keep up with their favorite football team. And I have the prerequisite… anatomy, too. So I have an advantage here, specifically."
"That's my brilliant girl." His hands glide around, flattening over my tummy. "You're incredible, baby. You make me proud."
"I'm just applying basic engineering principles to—"
"To revolutionize an entire industry." His hands frame my face, forcing me to meet his eyes. "Do you realize what you just described? A completely new approach that actually considers what women need instead of what men think they want."
My heart starts racing, and not just from his touch. "It's just theoretical. I mean, I've never actually built anything—"
"I have." His eyes are bright with possibility and excitement. Not just about the idea but… about us, about what we could build together. "I can prototype anything you design. Test materials, perfect mechanisms. Hell, I've already taken apart half the competition."
The idea hits me like lightning. A real future. A real partnership. Something I could build that I want.
"I’m not sure,” I tell him, trying to be practical, trying not to get caught up in the moment. “Takes more than book smarts to do something like this.”
He spins me around, frames my face with his hands, and the way he's looking at me makes me feel like the most important person in the world. "You’re brilliant, little girl. You and me together, we’ll be a force."
His brilliant little girl. No one has ever been proud of my brain before. Not like this.
I could actually help make this work. My social media following, even after the scandal, is still in the millions. I could be the face of the brand, re-launch myself, build authentic trust with customers who've been burned by fake reviews and corporate manipulation.
Sex toys designed by a woman, for women, tested honestly by someone who's not afraid to talk about pleasure.
This is what I’ve been trying to tell my parents for years. The world wants authenticity. Not staged moments. If they want the real Tessa, I can give it to them. With Beau standing next to me, it feels like it could happen.
It's brilliant. It's revolutionary. And all it would require is for me to step back into the very spotlight I've been running from.
The same spotlight that destroyed me over a few bathing suit videos.
The trolls would have a field day. The headlines write themselves: Disgraced Influencer's Desperate New Low.
But maybe... maybe that's exactly why it would work. I'm already the girl who got canceled for being too sexual, even when I was being nothing of the sort. What do I have left to lose?
"You're serious."
"Dead serious." He picks up one of the motor components, turning it over with the same careful attention he gives everything I say. "Think about it. You've got the brains, I've got the skills. And there's a massive market of women who aren't being served by current products."
My mind starts racing, seeing possibilities I never imagined. The way he's looking at me, like we're true partners, like my ideas matter, makes me want to build this dream with him.
"We could start small. Direct sales, custom designs. Limited editions. User reviews, content, socials…”
"Then scale up. Wholesale, maybe licensing deals." He's getting as excited as I am now, and seeing him light up about our future makes my heart race. "We could build an empire. You and me."
You and me.
I launch myself at him, kissing him hard, trying to pour all my love and guilt and desperate hope into the contact.
His length presses into my hip and on instinct I fall to my knees.
“Baby.” His eyes narrow as my hands work his belt. “You need to ask. Say, can I suck your cock, Daddy?”
Hesitation steals my breath for a second, but the fire in his eyes urges me on.
“Please, Daddy, can I suck you?”
He nods, nostrils flaring, releasing the monster from behind his pants.
I don’t hesitate as my lips encircle his thick length, my hands fumbling to guide him deeper. His girth strains against the limits of my mouth, but I tilt my chin up, swiping my tongue over the veined ridge. A guttural moan vibrates through me when he seems to thicken in my mouth.
“Jesus, baby,” he roars, fingers tangling in my hair. “Look at you, taking my dick like a good little cocksucker. Christ, you’re good. Suck harder, baby.” His hips jerk forward, nearly choking me before I brace myself, throat burning but greedy for more. The iron-rich salt of his skin explodes on my tongue, and I start to crave it like a junkie. I’m even enjoying the burn where his fist tangles in my hair.
“I’m not gonna fucking last,” he chokes, voice cracking as I hum around him, swirling my mouth into a rhythm that has him cursing in long strings.