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sense of worth.
    The law of attraction had certainly worked its magic, bringing them together at just the right time. A month or even a couple of weeks earlier, she might not have been ready for him. He might not have seen all the possibilities of becoming her sexual mentor.
    The phone rang. His cock hardened. He knew it was her. And he had plans.
    “I got home safely,” she said to his
hello
.
    “Where are you now?”
    “Walking into my bedroom.” She was on her cell phone.
    “Do you have your Bluetooth in?”
    “Yes.” There was hesitation in her voice.
    “Are you still wearing that leopard dress?”
    “Yes,” she said, again with that wary pause.
    He pictured her as she’d appeared earlier, sliding the dress up her thighs to take her panties off for him. “Lay on the bed and pull it to your waist, but no higher.”
    “Why?”
    He heard soft rustles, her breath, which ratchetted up his own sexual tension. “Don’t ask, just do.”
    “Yes, sir,” she muttered, but he recognized the breathy anticipation in her voice.
    “Tell me how wet you are.”
    She didn’t say anything, and he pictured her hand between her legs. In his life, he’d taught a great many things that had no sexual connotation to people of a great many ages, but he’d never taught a woman how to pleasure herself for him.
    “I’m very wet,” she whispered.
    “Get out the vibrator you bought the other day. You bought it for me, didn’t you?”
    “I bought it for
me
,” she stressed.
    He liked the answer, but pushed her anyway. “To use while you were dreaming about me.”
    “You’re pretty sure of yourself. You were nicer in person.”
    He laughed. Another reason he liked older women: Despite any sexual naïveté she had, she wasn’t a pushover. “Would it make you feel better to know that I jack off in the shower to fantasies of you?”
    “I thought that was just in general, not about me specifically.”
    He detected a note of wistfulness in her voice. “Since we met, it’s been all about you. And now I want to jack off while listening to you come.”
    “You mean like phone sex?”
    “Not
like
phone sex.
Real
phone sex. Haven’t you done it before?”
    “With who?”
    “Anyone. An anonymous man you met on the Internet. You block your number when you call, then you both get off.”
    “It sounds like you’ve been the anonymous man before.”
    “I have. It’s hot.” As long as the woman’s voice was hot, and she let herself go. “I’m not mainstream. I like different things, and as long as no one gets hurt, they’re all good.”
    “What if they’re married women?”
    “They don’t admit it if they are.”
    “Isn’t that like adultery?”
    “No. It’s called taking them at their word.”
    Her questions made him smile. She was either a hard case or she was nervous because she’d never had phone sex before and was afraid she wouldn’t be able to come or make him come. He was sure that together they would do both.
    “Rachel,” he said, his voice a purr. “Fuck me now over the phone. Because your voice makes me hard, and watching you watch my neighbors tonight made me absolutely fucking crazy.”
    * * *
    HIS VOICE MELTED HER. HIS WORDS WORMED THEIR WAY INTO HER chest and wrapped around her heart. God, it was good to be desired.
    But she was nervous. She’d never done anything like this. Within the space of a week, she’d bought a vibrator, used it every chance she got, then merrily driven off to a stranger’s house and watched someone else have sex. Now this.
    He wanted her to fuck him with words. She didn’t know how. Yet that word was so…sexy. Yes, incredibly sexy. A week ago she would have said
fuck
was just another bad word and yelled at her boys for using it.
    “Fuck me,” she whispered, testing it on her tongue, testing him.
    “Do you know how badly I wanted to touch you tonight, to put my hand beneath that dress? I wanted to make you come, then lick it all off my fingers.”
    She’d never