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home in the evenings and allowed her to unload about the frustrations and the glories each day held. Late at night another call would come where they shared more about their lives before the topic veered to sex, experiences they had had, as well as things they might be interested in trying. Those usually ended up with their imaginations taking off as they talked each other close to orgasm. Monday he had allowed her to finish, but last night he had stopped them before they found the ecstasy that seemed to find so easily, even when connected only by phone.
    This evening’s call was different. After she had shared the highlights of her day, his voice took on the Dom tone that melted any resistance her feisty personality might want to put up. He had instructed her to relax in a hot bath and enjoy a good dinner, and when he called later that evening, she would come to him. He told her what to wear and where to park so her presence would not be too obvious.
    Before she could argue, clanging bells went off in the background, drowning out anything further he said, and then the phone went dead as he went to work. So here she sat, nearly naked, horny as hell, and waiting for the damn phone to ring.
    As she waited, she found herself surprised that she had not refused anything he had suggested to this point. She had already grown accustomed to and even looked forward to the phone ringing with his special ringtone and sharing her day, her thoughts, wishes, and dreams with this man. They were no longer strangers, and she was growing both nervous and excited at the knowledge that she would be seeing him in just a little while.
    The silence of the house grated on her nerves, so she grabbed the remote and turned on the television for company. At the same time, the heat clicked on, and cool air began to move swirl around her. She shivered as a chill shot through her.
    “Hurry up and call already,” she muttered.
    Carrying the phone with her, Blaze stalked through the house to her bedroom. She grabbed the oversized T-shirt that hung from the closet doorknob. It was the comfort shirt she usually wore after a long, hard day, and tonight it would keep her warm until the phone rang.
    Returning to the couch, she curled up at one end and began flipping through channels, hoping to find something that would take her mind off thoughts of what Master Z had planned, as well as the horniness that thrummed through her with each beat of her heart. She settled on a musical playing on the classic movie channel. She had seen it a dozen times but within minutes found herself once again caught up in the story.
    She jumped when the phone rang two hours later. She had dozed off while watching the final scenes of one movie and now saw that a black-and-white drama played on the television.
    Clicking on the phone, she sat up and stretched. “Yes, Master?” she answered before yawning widely.
    “It’s time, kitten. Come to me,” he said, his tone low and dark and that of the sexy Dom she had come to know and admire.
    “Yes, Sir,” she replied as she worked one arm free of the shirt.
    “Ten minutes in the back parking lot.”
    “I’ll be there,” she said, glancing at the clock sitting on top of the television.
    He cut the connection without another word.
    Blaze turned off her phone and crossed to her purse where she slid it into the pocket designated just for it. After stripping off her shirt and returning it to the bedroom, she pulled on her long coat then grabbed her keys and purse and headed out the door. It would only take a few minutes to make the drive to the firehouse, but she wanted to be there early, just in case.

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    Andy closed the big bay doors then did a final walk-through of the station. Everyone had retired to the dorm in the last hour, but his need kept him awake. He sent up a quick prayer that things would be quiet during the next hour while he and Blaze spent a little quality time together. Not seeing her, touching her softness,