The German’s Guilty Pleasure by Katie Mettner
German CEO Lars Jäger is ready to start an American sexual revolution. His business is sex wrapped up in a vibrating bow, but no one is buying. When the stunningly beautiful Serenity Matthews signs on as his marketing director, he knows she will turn his business around as quickly as she turned his head. Serenity is the forbidden fruit, and Lars can’t stop himself from taking a bite … consequences be damned.
Targeted Age Group:: 18+
Heat/Violence Level: Heat Level 4 – R Rated
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
The German's Guilty Pleasure was a way to explore how people react and interact when the business being discussed is something that makes a lot of people uncomfortable. How do you approach that in a way that's respectful without crossing lines in a work environment? At the same time, I liked the idea of creating this company in a way that makes them all a family and supportive of each other. I love strong female characters, and Lars has grown up with one of those women; his mother, Gretchen. He is drawn to Serenity because he sees the same strength and determination in her.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
Lars is one of those heroes who has his own issues but is always there to pick up the pieces for his employees. In his position in American, he doesn't expect Serenity to be the one to pick up the pieces for him. He's dealing with a lot; coming to America to start a new division of his mother's sex toy company, the anniversary of a tragic time in his life is approaching, and he's learning that Americans, in all of their sexiness, don't like to talk about or work for a sex toy company. He's desperate for help and when Serenity walks into his office, his desperation changes from saving his company to making sure Serenity ends up in his bed, forever.
Serenity isn't one of those Americans afraid to work for Kontakt. She needs a job, and if her job is to market high-end sensual aids, then she's going to do the best job she can. Helping Lars get the company off the ground is often uncomfortable and embarrassing for her, but she is determined to make something of herself. It helps that Lars is sexy and smart, and she doesn't mind spending time with him one-on-one.
I maneuvered the car into a spot at the curb and cut the engine, hitting the button to raise the convertible top. It wouldn’t deter thieves, but it would stop seagulls from pooping on my leather seats. “The car has an alarm and a locked steering wheel. No one is going to drive away with it. If they can figure out a way, more power to them,” I said, releasing my safety belt.
“Wait,” she grabbed my shirt sleeve, “are we going to Steely Dan’s?” Her sarcastic laughter was evident inside the now enclosed car.
“You know that Steely Dan’s is a sex shop, right?”
I nodded once. “I am aware, but I do have a question. Why does everyone here call themselves Steely Dan? Is that some kind of manly man name?”
She waved her hand in the hold up motion. “You don’t know what Steely Dan is?”
“It is a band, is it not?”
“It is, but where did the band get the name from?”
“I have not the faintest clue.”
She sucked in a breath and closed her eyes, holding her hands to her chest in harmony. “Don’t mind me. I’m enjoying the fact that I know something about sex that you don’t. Give me a moment to revel in it, please.”
“Your moment is up,” I said sarcastically.
Her eyes popped open and she turned to me. “Steely Dan was the name of a steam-powered dildo from the book Naked Lunch by William Burroughs. The full name was Steely Dan III from Yokohama. I can’t believe you didn’t know that considering the business you’re in.”
“I have questions,” I said, ignoring her barb. “Why would you want to be named after a dildo, and why would you need a steam-powered one?”
She smacked herself in the forehead with the palm of her hand. “You have to be the biggest joy kill in the whole of the U.S. and Germany.” She patted my chest the way a mother would a child. “Just enjoy the story and stop overanalyzing it.”
I rubbed my jaw while I stared into her beautiful eyes. “We should name our next sensual aid Steely Dan. We could use stainless steel and give it a real industrial feel. Do you think it would sell?”
She rolled her eyes to the roof of the car. “I could sell that to a wide swath of the population without even trying. Add some diamond plating on the handle, and you’ve got a winner.”
I clapped my hands once and laughed. “Well, well, my little blauer vogel is learning her lessons well! I do believe we have our first collaborative sensual aid. This will be our project. Just you and me making all the decisions, and …” I paused for effect, “testing.”
Her long and hard swallow told me the idea of how mind-blowing that testing could be had just crossed her mind. “Sure,” she squeaked before clearing her throat, “anything to further the company. Is that why we’re here? Checking out the competition?”
I opened my door and swiveled my legs out. “Hardly.” I waved my hand at the run-down building. “There is no competition here, but they will have that fifteen-dollar aid you insist is better than a Kontakt aid.” Before she could say anything more, I exited the car and jogged around to her side. I opened the door for her, and she remained in her seat, her arms folded across her chest with her jaw clenched together. “Serenity, are you coming?”
“No, I’m not. I’m not coming now or anytime in the future with either a fifteen-dollar vibrator or a fifteen-thousand-dollar vibrator.”
I leaned on the doorframe to angle in closer to her. “You are coming … into the store. What happens in private is none of my business. Well, it is my business, but one step at a time. You were the one to start this, and now it is up to you to prove yourself right and me wrong.”
As expected, that got her moving. She unbuckled her belt and climbed out of the car in a huff. “Oh, don’t worry, I can prove you wrong in a heartbeat. Steely Dan’s is full of cheap vibrators. While we’re here, we should get you one of those low budget canister strokers. They don’t use an app. If you want a video, you better find yourself some free porn.”
She breezed past me and I let her go. I had to breathe in deeply a few times and force my spine straight, so I did not fall to my knees. Her comment about not coming was making it challenging to stay appropriate. I wanted to say I could make her come without a sensual aid, but my mutter’s disapproving face loomed in my vision the instant I thought of it. Better to hold my tongue than lose my job. Images reeled through my mind of what my tongue could do to make her come. I groaned, shaking my arms out after I let the door close behind me. The store was dark, and I put a protective hand to her back.
“This place definitely says schäbig,” I whispered. From what I could see, we were the only ones here. Then I noticed a curtain covered door at the back that smacked of private viewing rooms.
“Oh, it’s definitely seedy, but you’re the one who insisted we come,” she said haughtily. “Would you like to leave?”
“Not until we have what we came for,” I replied casually, stopping next to a display.
I caught a red flash out of the corner of my eye and broke away from her, staring at a display of giant, red, jelly penises. I wrapped my fingers around one and flopped it back and forth in a strange show of sexual deviance. Waving it brought out the scent, which was fake strawberries overlaid on cheap plastic. It had to be over a foot long and so thick my thumb and forefinger did not touch where I grasped it.
“Was zur Hölle?” I muttered at the thing while it quivered in my hand.
“What the hell, Lars?” she hissed, coming up behind me.
“That is what I want to know,” I agreed, waiting for her to answer.
“I mean, what the hell are you doing?”
She was plastered the length of me, and I had to admit I liked it way too much. Her curves wrapped around my arm, belly, hip, and thigh like a second skin. I just got a hard-on in a sex shop thinking about this woman being wrapped around me naked. I glanced down right into her beautiful eyes and swallowed back a moan that wanted to escape. Verdammt! She was the sexiest thing in this shop, and she did not even know it.
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