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Authors: Janelle Denison
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stockings, garters, a skimpy bra, and no panties. Isn’t that every man’s fantasy?”
“Personally, I prefer red on a woman, but I’m sure you made your caller very happy.”
She couldn’t stop the silly grin that curved her lips. “Judging by his moans and groans, I think he got his money’s worth.”
“Undoubtedly.” His chuckle warmed her deep inside, as did their fun, playful repartee. “Did any of tonight’s calls turn you on?”
His abrupt switch to a more intimate discussion startled her, but she replied without hesitation. “No,” she said, and could have sworn she heard him exhale a relieved stream of breath. “I didn’t know any of those men, and the exchange was mechanical, detached, and, well, very impersonal.” This job and the men she talked to were a means to an end for her, a way of locating information on her cousin, nothing more.
“Then let’s see if I can change that and be the one to turn you on tonight.”
She suddenly felt hot and anxious with a delicious, undeniable kind of need. Oh, she knew he could accomplish the task of turning her on, far too easily. His silky bedroom voice had already aroused her, making her crave the taste and feel of his mouth on hers, and his slow, knowing hands stroking her bare skin … making her body burn and come alive for him with just a touch.
She crossed her ankles and squeezed her thighs together to try and quell the sweet ache of anticipation gathering below. What Steve was proposing didn’tinclude any of that sensual physical contact, just words.
Erotic, provocative words and naughty suggestions designed to stimulate and thrill. A fun, illicit mind game that would tantalize and tease both of them. A game she wanted to play with him, because he was ultimately the man she desired and fantasized about.
And unlike her previous callers, the idea of indulging in mental foreplay with Steve excited her.
“Tell me … what are you
really
wearing tonight?” he asked.
In reality, she was dressed casually, in nothing quite so daring or indecent as what she’d described to her earlier caller to fulfill his request. She debated whether to come up with another risqué outfit, something red and racy to rev up Steve’s libido, but decided she’d forgo any frills when it came to their first foray into phone sex. Their chemistry and attraction was potent enough without adding any extra props.
She touched her fingers to the base of her throat, where her skin was slick with a light sheen of perspiration and her pulse beat erratically. “I’m wearing a light cotton blouse and a mini-skirt. I told you it was hot in here, and I’ve clipped up my hair so it’s off my neck, but it’s not helping much to keep me cool,” she said, giving him a good dose of visual imagery. “The receptionist is selling small handheld water-misting fans to the employees, and she’s making a damn good profit at it, too,” she grumbled good-naturedly.
His lazy laughter drifted through the phone lines, the sexy vibrations of that masculine sound touching tender, secret places within her.
“I take it you bought one of those fans?” he asked.
“Yeah.” Said battery powered minifan was currently sitting on the table, doing its best to create a breeze her way, albeit a warm, recycled one. “Every so often I’ll spritz my face, just to keep my skin cool.”
“We’ll have to think of a way to put that fan to even better use.” His voice was positively wicked, impenitentlyso, and husky with promise. “Open your blouse for me so that I can see your breasts. For real.”
His bold command gave her a jolt of momentary confusion, but there was no mistaking what he was asking. He didn’t want her to pretend the action, didn’t want her to use just verbal description to create a mental picture for him.
He wanted the real thing.
Her heart beat an unsteady rhythm against her chest. While she had absolutely no qualms about getting into his request, actually stripping
“Personally, I prefer red on a woman, but I’m sure you made your caller very happy.”
She couldn’t stop the silly grin that curved her lips. “Judging by his moans and groans, I think he got his money’s worth.”
“Undoubtedly.” His chuckle warmed her deep inside, as did their fun, playful repartee. “Did any of tonight’s calls turn you on?”
His abrupt switch to a more intimate discussion startled her, but she replied without hesitation. “No,” she said, and could have sworn she heard him exhale a relieved stream of breath. “I didn’t know any of those men, and the exchange was mechanical, detached, and, well, very impersonal.” This job and the men she talked to were a means to an end for her, a way of locating information on her cousin, nothing more.
“Then let’s see if I can change that and be the one to turn you on tonight.”
She suddenly felt hot and anxious with a delicious, undeniable kind of need. Oh, she knew he could accomplish the task of turning her on, far too easily. His silky bedroom voice had already aroused her, making her crave the taste and feel of his mouth on hers, and his slow, knowing hands stroking her bare skin … making her body burn and come alive for him with just a touch.
She crossed her ankles and squeezed her thighs together to try and quell the sweet ache of anticipation gathering below. What Steve was proposing didn’tinclude any of that sensual physical contact, just words.
Erotic, provocative words and naughty suggestions designed to stimulate and thrill. A fun, illicit mind game that would tantalize and tease both of them. A game she wanted to play with him, because he was ultimately the man she desired and fantasized about.
And unlike her previous callers, the idea of indulging in mental foreplay with Steve excited her.
“Tell me … what are you
really
wearing tonight?” he asked.
In reality, she was dressed casually, in nothing quite so daring or indecent as what she’d described to her earlier caller to fulfill his request. She debated whether to come up with another risqué outfit, something red and racy to rev up Steve’s libido, but decided she’d forgo any frills when it came to their first foray into phone sex. Their chemistry and attraction was potent enough without adding any extra props.
She touched her fingers to the base of her throat, where her skin was slick with a light sheen of perspiration and her pulse beat erratically. “I’m wearing a light cotton blouse and a mini-skirt. I told you it was hot in here, and I’ve clipped up my hair so it’s off my neck, but it’s not helping much to keep me cool,” she said, giving him a good dose of visual imagery. “The receptionist is selling small handheld water-misting fans to the employees, and she’s making a damn good profit at it, too,” she grumbled good-naturedly.
His lazy laughter drifted through the phone lines, the sexy vibrations of that masculine sound touching tender, secret places within her.
“I take it you bought one of those fans?” he asked.
“Yeah.” Said battery powered minifan was currently sitting on the table, doing its best to create a breeze her way, albeit a warm, recycled one. “Every so often I’ll spritz my face, just to keep my skin cool.”
“We’ll have to think of a way to put that fan to even better use.” His voice was positively wicked, impenitentlyso, and husky with promise. “Open your blouse for me so that I can see your breasts. For real.”
His bold command gave her a jolt of momentary confusion, but there was no mistaking what he was asking. He didn’t want her to pretend the action, didn’t want her to use just verbal description to create a mental picture for him.
He wanted the real thing.
Her heart beat an unsteady rhythm against her chest. While she had absolutely no qualms about getting into his request, actually stripping
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