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ardor made her a little inhibited, too.
           You
do realize you’re asking for more than what you originally bargained for.
           So what? She was only asking for it at the
club. What was wrong with that?
           “How was your day?” she asked, shutting out
the sound of her annoying internal argument.
           “The usual. I vanquished a banker, screwed
a supplier, and secured an exorbitant contract the customer overpaid for.”
           “You’re such a liar, Brett.”
           He was an honest businessman, a fair
employer, and a shrewd negotiator who made sure both parties to an agreement
came out on top. With Brett Branoff, you got the highest quality and the best
deal. Virginia admired his ethics.
           But dammit, she wanted his next wicked
surprise.
           His eyes crinkled at the corners. “Really,
my day was fine. Thanks for asking. Garrett’s coming into town next week. Do
you have time to arrange another party?”
           Oh yes, she had time for another party, a
Sex Club party. She’d have him on his knees...except he wasn’t talking about that kind of party. “Yes. Fine. No
problem.”
           In the last three weeks, they’d experienced
a grueling social schedule. When would it slow down? Brett’s business life
included regular socializing, but he also wanted to introduce his new wife to
his associates, which meant more engagements than usual. Virginia loved her day
job, but she wondered how she’d keep up if the pace continued. Thank goodness
for the few nights they did spend at home in front of the TV. Though one trip
to The Sex Club would definitely have gone a long way in recharging her
batteries.
           She was starting to hear sexual innuendo in
every exchange they had. Brett usually called her at work during the day. His
voice over the phone set her skin alight. Husky, intimate, even when all he
asked was if she wanted to go out to eat. Everything he said, no matter how
innocent, made her think of sex.
           What’s
for dinner, Virginia? She’d have visions of laying herself out on the
dining room table for him to feast upon, his tongue delving deep into her
pussy, teasing her clitoris. What do you
want to watch tonight? Brett, stroking that gorgeous cock of his, fingering
her to multiple orgasms, then coming hard on her clit, his heat sending her
over the edge again...
           God. She was driving herself mad with her
fantasies.
           “Is everything all right, Virginia?”
           “What?” She blinked, clearing the images,
but her panties were drenched. “Sorry, what did you say?”
           His lips rose, growing slowly into a smile.
“You’re not paying attention to me. I’m hurt.”
           She patted his hand. “What can I do to make
it up to you?” Beg me to suck your cock
deep into my mouth and swallow every last drop of come. Tell me you’ll go
insane if I don’t suck you right this minute.
           But he wouldn’t. He’d only displayed that
kind of fervor at the club.
           He propped his chin in his hand. “I get to
choose the show we watch tonight.”
           Oh, she’d give him a show, all right. If he
asked. “And what would you like to watch?” She’d let him hear the sexual
innuendo this time.
           He sat back. “The history channel has a
great documentary on World War II.”
           Bastard. Waiting for the next invitation
was killing her. Her skin felt tightly stretched over her bones.
           “You’re distracted tonight. I’ll do the
dishes while you go upstairs and take a bath. Then we’ll watch the show. Okay?”
           “You’re too good to me.” She smiled sweetly
when what she wanted was for him to beg to join her in the bath where his soapy
fingers could caress her overheated clitoris or aim the detachable showerhead
right on her pussy.
           “Off you go, then.” He started gathering
dirty