and burying his head under his pillow. “We’ll be out of here by ten. Use latex and be quiet.”
“Uh, yeah, about that…” Caz’s tone turned sheepish. “I came straight from the airport. Got any extra?”
Biting back a lecture, Bastian fished a condom box from the nightstand and threw it to his brother. “Close the door.”
“Sure you don’t want to keep a few in case—”
“Close the door, Boo.”
Chapter Four
“…Time for a break, so sit tight, lovers. Do a Kegel or ten. Doc and I’ll be right back.”
Charlie flicked off the console mike, keyed up the muted station identification music and swiveled to face him. Bastian had a wiseass grin on his face that never boded well. He sported the same look each birthday and Christmas. One of these years she was going to worm her gift out of him early.
“Going to share whatever has tickled your fancy?”
“Later.”
“Later when? Later tonight or later next year?”
Golden brows rose as he ignored her question, his fingers skimming over the laptop keys. Bastian normally kept the Medical Library page pulled up in case he needed a reference point, but tonight’s show hadn’t called for much research. With only twenty minutes left, she couldn’t imagine what he could be looking for until she recognized the station email logo. It was his job to pick the final email reading of the night, so she ignored the computer as the wireless printer surged to life.
“Did you check your station mail cubby?” Charlie asked. He never looked up from the inbox page. “I got the entertainment lineup today for the Summer Kickoff.”
The statement brought his head up with a fast snap. “No. I mean it.”
“I already accepted in both our names.”
He groaned. “Why? You know I don’t want to emcee the damn thing.”
“Because it’s our turn, it’s for charity, and it looks great on a résumé. Besides, anything that will get you in costume is worth it. It’s a few hours. You can tough it out for that long.”
“Fine, whatever. But enough with the crappy-assed costumes.”
“We always wear cute coordinating costumes. They get comments every year.”
“Yeah, and every year you put my ass in a skirt. I want pants this year.”
“When did I put you in a skirt?”
“Pick a year. Last year—”
“I was a harem girl and you were a sheikh.”
“Long skirt and sandals.”
“The year before I was Cleopatra and you were Marc Antony.”
“Short skirt with a sword.”
“Ha. The first year I was Maid Marian and you were an adorable Robin Hood. No skirt there.”
“Charlie, I’m never wearing tights again. Either you pick a costume with pants or so help me, I’m going in scrubs. Here’s a thought, how about we go as late-night sex jockeys? No costumes required.”
“But I thought we could go as Tarzan and Jane. A loincloth is not a skirt.”
Shock value was priceless. He stared at her with undiluted fear as she keyed up their theme music. The blinking red light stole any words he might have wanted to throw at her. Wiggling her eyebrows at him changed the fear into a promise of retribution.
“Welcome back, lovers. Did you miss us? Doc is sitting here with his mouth hanging open so let’s give him a second to recover. When I blow his mind, it takes things a while to come back online. Caller, you’re here with Doc and Honey, what can we help you with?”
“Yeah, I got a question for you, Honey.”
“You got me, baby. What’s your name?”
“Uh, Mike. My new girlfriend and I are just getting together, ya know. But she’s a little shy in the bedroom. I want to make things happen but she won’t tell me what she wants. She just says anything I want. How do I make her talk to me?”
His eyes snagged hers and they smiled over the dual microphones. Bastian nodded and Charlie took point.
“If she won’t talk, you have to listen harder, Mike. If you’re doing anything right, she’ll make some sound, a whimper or a moan. When you hear
“Uh, yeah, about that…” Caz’s tone turned sheepish. “I came straight from the airport. Got any extra?”
Biting back a lecture, Bastian fished a condom box from the nightstand and threw it to his brother. “Close the door.”
“Sure you don’t want to keep a few in case—”
“Close the door, Boo.”
Chapter Four
“…Time for a break, so sit tight, lovers. Do a Kegel or ten. Doc and I’ll be right back.”
Charlie flicked off the console mike, keyed up the muted station identification music and swiveled to face him. Bastian had a wiseass grin on his face that never boded well. He sported the same look each birthday and Christmas. One of these years she was going to worm her gift out of him early.
“Going to share whatever has tickled your fancy?”
“Later.”
“Later when? Later tonight or later next year?”
Golden brows rose as he ignored her question, his fingers skimming over the laptop keys. Bastian normally kept the Medical Library page pulled up in case he needed a reference point, but tonight’s show hadn’t called for much research. With only twenty minutes left, she couldn’t imagine what he could be looking for until she recognized the station email logo. It was his job to pick the final email reading of the night, so she ignored the computer as the wireless printer surged to life.
“Did you check your station mail cubby?” Charlie asked. He never looked up from the inbox page. “I got the entertainment lineup today for the Summer Kickoff.”
The statement brought his head up with a fast snap. “No. I mean it.”
“I already accepted in both our names.”
He groaned. “Why? You know I don’t want to emcee the damn thing.”
“Because it’s our turn, it’s for charity, and it looks great on a résumé. Besides, anything that will get you in costume is worth it. It’s a few hours. You can tough it out for that long.”
“Fine, whatever. But enough with the crappy-assed costumes.”
“We always wear cute coordinating costumes. They get comments every year.”
“Yeah, and every year you put my ass in a skirt. I want pants this year.”
“When did I put you in a skirt?”
“Pick a year. Last year—”
“I was a harem girl and you were a sheikh.”
“Long skirt and sandals.”
“The year before I was Cleopatra and you were Marc Antony.”
“Short skirt with a sword.”
“Ha. The first year I was Maid Marian and you were an adorable Robin Hood. No skirt there.”
“Charlie, I’m never wearing tights again. Either you pick a costume with pants or so help me, I’m going in scrubs. Here’s a thought, how about we go as late-night sex jockeys? No costumes required.”
“But I thought we could go as Tarzan and Jane. A loincloth is not a skirt.”
Shock value was priceless. He stared at her with undiluted fear as she keyed up their theme music. The blinking red light stole any words he might have wanted to throw at her. Wiggling her eyebrows at him changed the fear into a promise of retribution.
“Welcome back, lovers. Did you miss us? Doc is sitting here with his mouth hanging open so let’s give him a second to recover. When I blow his mind, it takes things a while to come back online. Caller, you’re here with Doc and Honey, what can we help you with?”
“Yeah, I got a question for you, Honey.”
“You got me, baby. What’s your name?”
“Uh, Mike. My new girlfriend and I are just getting together, ya know. But she’s a little shy in the bedroom. I want to make things happen but she won’t tell me what she wants. She just says anything I want. How do I make her talk to me?”
His eyes snagged hers and they smiled over the dual microphones. Bastian nodded and Charlie took point.
“If she won’t talk, you have to listen harder, Mike. If you’re doing anything right, she’ll make some sound, a whimper or a moan. When you hear
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