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it didn’t take much to get me off when I was with the right guy.
    How the hell had Roman become that right guy?
    I was afraid of questioning it and breaking the spell, because I didn’t know how long he’d be content being my substitute boyfriend.
    He certainly didn’t feel like a real boyfriend, but I’d keep him as a substitute for as long as he liked playing that game.  I hadn’t had such an overabundance of book ideas since…well, ever .  I’d never had the ideas flow like they were with Roman playing that role.  Ridley couldn’t even touch him in that department.  It was amazing.  I was writing like I never had before.
    So, like I said, it was mid-June, and my phone rang.  It was Roman.  “Hey.  What’s up?”
    “Just grading essays.   What about you?”
    “I was sitting here, thinking about you.”
    Oh.   That was interesting.  It was still a little strange, Roman saying things like that to me.  And while my mind was dwelling on Roman in that way, it also noted that he had a voice that was sexy as fuck.  Yeah.  It was smooth like chocolate and sinfully low.  Not bass low, but low, and it got my girl parts humming with anticipation.  A few weeks ago, his voice wouldn’t have moved me like that, but his sex had changed all that.  That voice?  It made me want to do nasty things.  I wasn’t going to tell him that, though.  Not that much, anyway…but I had no problems hinting at it.  “Has anyone ever told you that you have a sexy voice?”
    “Maybe.   You haven’t.”
    “I am now .”
    I heard his throaty chuckle through the phone.  “You ever have phone sex?”
    “ What? ”  How the hell had talking about his voice escalated into fucking?  Well…my cheeks—and the rest of me—warmed a little at the thought.
    “No?”
    A nervous chuckle flew out of my mouth.  “No.  Have you?”
    “Maybe.”   He was quiet for a few seconds, and the anticipation was killing me.  Just what was he going to say next?  “I know a lot of people like sexting, but it’s not nearly as good as phone sex.  Skype sex is even better.”
    “ Skype sex?   Now you’re just fucking with me.”
    “Uh, no…not yet.   You in?”
    I felt my cheeks flush again but I sat up in my chair…and found that I was feeling kind of excited at the idea.  My God, why had I never known my best friend was such a sexy animal?  “Um, sure.  I don’t know what to do.”
    His voice dropped lower.  “Get comfortable first.”
    “That’s not gonna happen.”
    “ Beth. ”
    I giggled.  “It’s not , Roman.  I mean…I’m at my desk; it’s the middle of the day.  I’m—”
    “You’re making excuses.   Do you want to do this or not?”
    I took a short breath and then no hesitation.  “All right.  Okay.  I’ll just feel stupid.”
    “Not when you’re done.”  I laughed again, this time feeling a little nervous and embarrassed…but also excited.
    “So what do I do?”
    “I said, Get comfortable .  So move away from your desk first.  Why don’t you go lie down on your couch?  Or sit on it and prop your legs on the coffee table.  I want to picture you like that.”
    I snickered.  “But you’d never know if I stayed right here.”
    I could hear the lack of amusement in his voice.  “Yes, I would, Beth, because you don’t know how to lie very well.”  While my mind was dealing with the shock that Roman continued to surprise me that he knew me to the core, he kept talking.  He suggested a candle or two, a glass of wine, music playing softly in the background, shutting the blinds, and making sure the door was locked—since I was feeling a little paranoid.  It seemed like a pain in the ass, but as I did these things, I realized it was almost like getting ready for a date.  Preparing for the moment helped me look forward to what was coming next.
    I almost pointed out to him that he hadn’t known about my alter ego Eliza either until I’d told him, but I knew he’d tell me