Bettie nodded. "So, what kind of twisted client do you work with? How could they give you such a dirty gift?"

She grabbed the sex product from his hand and tossed it back into the box. "I was just about to throw it away!"

"I thought you wanted to try it out."

Bettie was at a loss for words. She gave him a sly smile. "With you here, why would I need it?"

Lance's eyes darkened with desire. He lifted Bettie in his arms and carried her to the bedroom.

Their passion flared. Her bathrobe fell to the floor. The room was filled with romance.

Bettie lay softly on the bed, her head tilted back. Her red Lips parted slightly and her delicate neck and collarbone were exposed, inviting Lance to do as he wished.

She was anxious, anticipating the final step. But he didn't take it.

Instead, he left the room.

Bettie assumed he was fetching a condom.

Lance returned in less than a minute.

She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes.

Suddenly, Bettie frowned. Something felt off.

She opened her eyes and saw what he was holding. She sat up abruptly.

“Lance... Ah..."

Before she could say more, Lance switched the sex product on.

Flushing, Bettie exclaimed, "Are you impotent?" If not, why use the toy instead of doing it himself?

Then, Bettie noticed Lance was still in his pajamas.

Lance had already taken off his glasses. His eyes darkened as he smiled and said, "You'll find out soon enough."

Bettie wanted to speak but he silenced her, raising his index finger to her lips. “Shh, just enjoy."