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Authors: Jasmine Haynes
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play back the whole conversation in my head. Damn. You are naughty and fun.”
It was oh-so-thrilling that he was some bigwig executive eating out of her hand. For anyone watching him, he had to look all circumspect when he was talking on the phone with her, yet she brought out the bad boy in him. Trinity loved the power trip. “I hope you weren’t able to sweat me out that easily.”
He must have had his e-mail open right there on his screen at work because he came back in what seemed like seconds. “You definitely are a rare breed. Open, sexual, and very tempting. I haven’t gotten nearly enough of you yet.”
His words turned her mushy inside. To him, she was special. Open and sexual. Trinity had never thought herself capable of that before. He’d opened up a whole new world to her. She would call again. Once or twice. Oh, hell, face it, the e-mails and phone calls were fun and flirty, and concentrating on that drowned out the echo of Harper’s harpy in the master bathroom shower.
“I need to call you something . Give me a name, any name.”
Scott lounged in his leather desk chair, the phone glued to his ear, his office door closed for the second time on Wednesday. They’d had their first call yesterday, and she’d stepped up to twice today. The woman was insatiable. He loved it. He’d never thought he’d be into phone sex, but he couldn’t get enough of her. Hell, what he really wanted was to see her again, but he was biding his time until he had her as hooked as he was.
“I’m whoever you want me to be.” She hummed lightly through the connection. He felt it in his cock. “Maybe a girlfriend’s name, one that got away, a girl you still think about?”
“No one like that.” He’d dated in high school and college, but the relationships had always ended fairly amicably. Then he met Katy in his senior year. Katy was the only one that got away, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to call his mystery lady by his ex-wife’s name. “I think I’ll call you Jezebel.”
“Jezebel? Wasn’t she a prostitute.”
“No.” He wasn’t actually sure. “She wrapped every man she met around her gorgeous little finger.”
“Ooh, I like that.”
He loved the way she said ooh .
“Start my countdown again, Scott,” she whispered.
And he did. Yeah, his Jezebel had him hook, line, and sinker. He was madly in lust with a woman he didn’t even know.
COULD a woman have too many orgasms? By Friday, Trinity lost count. Her breasts had grown from all the hormones.
She hoped it wasn’t all the ice cream she’d eaten.
“My daughter’s coming home from college this weekend,” Scott said while she was drifting in orgasmic aftermath.
“Your daughter?” She didn’t mean to let it slip out of her mouth, but it did.
“Yeah, Lexa. She’s my youngest. She’s a sophomore at—”
“Wait.” She held up her hand as if he could see her. “Don’t tell me.” She didn’t want to know about his daughter. Jeez, a daughter in college. She’d figured he was in his midforties, but a college-age kid made Trinity feel young. And so not together. She was thirty and just getting her first job.
She blew out a breath. “New rule. We don’t get personal.”
“We’re having sex on the phone. That’s personal.” A slight edge ran through his voice.
“Yes, well.” She bit her lip. Next week she started work. “I can’t call so much after this.” She thought up a good lie. “I was on vacation this week, and I’m back to work on Monday.”
“Call my cell in the evenings, then.”
“But you’d know my number.”
“You can block it.”
“I like calling you at the office.” The whole bigwig thing.
“But at home, I can come with you.”
He was pushing. She was losing control.
It was oh-so-thrilling that he was some bigwig executive eating out of her hand. For anyone watching him, he had to look all circumspect when he was talking on the phone with her, yet she brought out the bad boy in him. Trinity loved the power trip. “I hope you weren’t able to sweat me out that easily.”
He must have had his e-mail open right there on his screen at work because he came back in what seemed like seconds. “You definitely are a rare breed. Open, sexual, and very tempting. I haven’t gotten nearly enough of you yet.”
His words turned her mushy inside. To him, she was special. Open and sexual. Trinity had never thought herself capable of that before. He’d opened up a whole new world to her. She would call again. Once or twice. Oh, hell, face it, the e-mails and phone calls were fun and flirty, and concentrating on that drowned out the echo of Harper’s harpy in the master bathroom shower.
“I need to call you something . Give me a name, any name.”
Scott lounged in his leather desk chair, the phone glued to his ear, his office door closed for the second time on Wednesday. They’d had their first call yesterday, and she’d stepped up to twice today. The woman was insatiable. He loved it. He’d never thought he’d be into phone sex, but he couldn’t get enough of her. Hell, what he really wanted was to see her again, but he was biding his time until he had her as hooked as he was.
“I’m whoever you want me to be.” She hummed lightly through the connection. He felt it in his cock. “Maybe a girlfriend’s name, one that got away, a girl you still think about?”
“No one like that.” He’d dated in high school and college, but the relationships had always ended fairly amicably. Then he met Katy in his senior year. Katy was the only one that got away, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to call his mystery lady by his ex-wife’s name. “I think I’ll call you Jezebel.”
“Jezebel? Wasn’t she a prostitute.”
“No.” He wasn’t actually sure. “She wrapped every man she met around her gorgeous little finger.”
“Ooh, I like that.”
He loved the way she said ooh .
“Start my countdown again, Scott,” she whispered.
And he did. Yeah, his Jezebel had him hook, line, and sinker. He was madly in lust with a woman he didn’t even know.
COULD a woman have too many orgasms? By Friday, Trinity lost count. Her breasts had grown from all the hormones.
She hoped it wasn’t all the ice cream she’d eaten.
“My daughter’s coming home from college this weekend,” Scott said while she was drifting in orgasmic aftermath.
“Your daughter?” She didn’t mean to let it slip out of her mouth, but it did.
“Yeah, Lexa. She’s my youngest. She’s a sophomore at—”
“Wait.” She held up her hand as if he could see her. “Don’t tell me.” She didn’t want to know about his daughter. Jeez, a daughter in college. She’d figured he was in his midforties, but a college-age kid made Trinity feel young. And so not together. She was thirty and just getting her first job.
She blew out a breath. “New rule. We don’t get personal.”
“We’re having sex on the phone. That’s personal.” A slight edge ran through his voice.
“Yes, well.” She bit her lip. Next week she started work. “I can’t call so much after this.” She thought up a good lie. “I was on vacation this week, and I’m back to work on Monday.”
“Call my cell in the evenings, then.”
“But you’d know my number.”
“You can block it.”
“I like calling you at the office.” The whole bigwig thing.
“But at home, I can come with you.”
He was pushing. She was losing control.
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