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again. “I can’t wait to see the rest of your answers.”
    Trent plucked the sheet of paper off of the coffee table, and peered at it as if he didn’t remember where they’d left off. “Let’s see, looks like we stopped…um, right about here. Yeah, you were just about to describe to me your favorite sexual fantasy.”
    Josie stared at the questionnaire, looking as if she hoped it would spontaneously combust. Her gaze crept up to meet his and she smiled as if she’d just swallowed something foul and wanted to prove she’d enjoyed it.
    She sat at one end of the sofa and tucked her legs and feet up underneath her dress. “My favorite sexual fantasy…”
    Trent sat one cushion away and propped his feet upon the coffee table. He couldn’t wait to hear this one. “I’m listening.”
    â€œWell, this is easy for me. My favorite fantasy is me making love to Brad Pitt.” She smiled.
    â€œNo fair. That’s not a fantasy. That’s just naming a celebrity you lust after.”
    Josie shrugged. “What can I say? I don’t have a very active imagination.”
    Trent frowned. “You mean, you’ve never once fantasized about slathering me with whipped cream and licking me from head to toe?”
    She turned her gaze heavenward. “I’ll never tell.”
    â€œYou have no idea how far you might get with a little dirty talk.”
    She looked him up and down, perhaps weighing the truth of his statement. “I think I can imagine, based on what just happened in the kitchen.”
    â€œCome on, tempt me.”
    Josie drew her lower lip between her teeth, still watching him. “Okay, but just remember that old saying, be careful what you ask for…”
    She couldn’t make him any more frustrated than he already was. Could she? Superman, think Superman.
    Trent stretched out full-length and put his hands behind his head, mentally prepared to leap over tall buildings in a single bound.
    â€œI’m alone in my office, working late at night,” she began. “I look out the window, and I see a lone man in the building across from me. He’s in his apartment, wearing nothing but a pair of jeans, and he’s leaning against the window, cooling himself in the night air, and watching me.”
    She paused.
    â€œWhat next?”
    â€œAre you sure you want to hear this?”
    â€œAbsolutely positive.”
    â€œOur eyes meet and there’s this connection. I start undressing, slowly, making a show of it.”
    â€œWho is this guy? Someone you know?”
    She chewed her lip for a moment. “We pass on the street. Say hi at the newsstand. Maybe see each other in the grocery store or the deli.”
    Interesting. If she was making all this up for Trent’s benefit, she was doing a damned good acting job. But he’d bet money this was the real deal, one of her most secret fantasies.
    â€œI undress down to my bra and panties, and I’m so turned on, I start touching myself. I touch my breasts, between my legs…”
    â€œWhat does the guy do?”
    â€œI have my eyes closed for a while, and then I hear a knock at the door. I know it’s him, but I say nothing, and he comes in.”
    â€œYou’re still touching yourself?”
    â€œI stop when he knocks on the door. I’m sitting on top of my desk, waiting for him. He comes in and, without saying a word to each other, we make love there on the desk.”
    â€œWhat happens after? Do you ever speak to him?” Trent asked, aware that his own voice sounded slightly strained.
    He couldn’t help imagining himself pleasuring Josie there in the darkened office, finding inventive uses for ordinary office supplies.
    â€œI don’t know. The fantasy never goes all the way to the end.” She blushed but didn’t look away from him.
    â€œBecause you always come first?” he asked, cursinghimself as the words rolled