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  The words left my lips before I even realized I was going to say them, and I was appalled once they were hanging out there. Appalled because now I might have to –

  "Oh, that's a great idea!" Aunt Blair's enthusiasm had me squeezing my eyes shut. "You know what you ought to do, since so many of our readers are working women who travel. Include stuff about Skype. Maybe how they can do a Skype session with their significant others when one or both of them have to be gone for a couple of days. You can even practice with Jake," she suggested impishly .

  Aw, hell .

  * * *

  "H ow can I do this?"

  Sitting in front of my computer, I kept the screen off and blew out a breath before untying my robe. I had to get around the idea of sitting naked in my living room, or I wouldn't be able to get around the idea of Skyping with Jake .

  I hadn't talked to him about it yet .

  He said he'd give me a call today or tomorrow, and once he did, I had to be ready to talk to him about this idea .

  I already knew what his answer would be .

  He'd say yes .

  I had no doubt I could suggest we play an erotic game of Go Fish and he'd find a way to do it. He'd make it fun and sexy and make sure I came while we were at it .

  The man took his work seriously .

  Saturday night had been proof of that. Even now ...

  "That's what you need to do," I told myself, sliding a hand inside my robe .

  If I thought of him, my nervousness melted away, replaced by vivid memories of the way he'd touched me. I let my hands follow the path his had taken on my body, let them trail along my breasts, then down to my thighs .

  Spreading them, I slid down until I had them stretched wide and I was perched on the edge of the seat .

  I imagined he was there, kneeling between my thighs .

  His mouth on me .

  I gasped as my fingers brushed against the curls between my thighs, the flesh they protected already slick and wet .

  You're so wet , he'd told me .

  Just thinking about him had a habit of doing this to me .

  I'd spent more time this past week masturbating or thinking about it than I normally did all year. Sex was something I thought about a lot, but it hadn't ever been a need...until now. A part of me was almost sorry, because once this...thing between us was done, I'd go back to solving my own needs .

  "So don't think about it. Think about him," I said to the ceiling .

  On his knees, between my thighs, pressing his mouth to me .

  He'd lick me, his hands palming my ass .

  He'd like the fact that I had an ass. I was a size twelve, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get any smaller, but he said he'd loved how ripe I looked, said he loved my butt and my breasts .

  I love your tits, the dream Jake said, and in my mind, he was cupping them, plumping them together before he sucked one nipple then the other into his mouth, going back and forth until he had them both erect and hard, throbbing .

  In reality, that's how they were, erect and hard, throbbing .

  I licked my fingers and pinched them so they'd be wet, almost as if his mouth had been there .

  Do that again, sugar. I want to see you touch yourself . Dream Jake liked it when I did that, and I wondered if the real Jake would. I bet the answer was yes .

  I sobbed as the ache low in my belly spread and slid one hand down until it was back between my thighs. Seeking out my clitoris, I circled my finger around it, and...groaned .

  This wasn't going to work, not like it did when Jake touched me .

  Then, to my surprise, the hard knot of my clit all but vibrated when I touched it, aching and throbbing. Each light pass of my fingers felt like I was rubbing it with liquid lightning, it had become so acutely sensitive .

  Keep it up, sugar. Show me what you like, so I can give it to you .

  Dream Jake was so unbelievably hot .

  I pushed a finger into my pussy and gasped. A rush of heat met me, and I bit my lip, almost afraid to go on, but my body wasn't so nervous. My hips rocked up and back, riding my hand and seeking out the climax that was getting ever closer .

  Faster. Faster .

  Faster...

  I came with a cry, but it wasn't enough. Boneless, I slid from the chair and lay on the floor, my robe open, my hips rocking up to meet my touch as I pumped two fingers in and out of my cunt. Faster. Faster. Faster .

  You're so hot, Michelle...keep it up, let me see ...

  I came again, and for a second, black dots blurred in on my vision, and I panted for air .

  Closing my eyes, I waited for the ringing in my ears to fade .

  It took a few more seconds to realize it was my phone ringing. And I'd knocked it off my desk when I slid to the floor .

  I yelped, almost as if whoever was on the phone could see right through the line, and without thinking, I answered. Breathless voice and all .

  "Hello?"

  "Michelle."

  "Oh..." Blood rushed to heat my cheeks, and I wondered if they'd ever go back to their normal shade. "Umm. Hi, Jake ."

  "You sound a little out of breath. Were you working out? Should I call back ?"

  Say yes. Easy way out .

  "Er...um...it's fine ."

  I didn't know what he heard in my voice, but his went husky. "You weren't working out, were you ?"

  "I...um, yes. I was doing..." Looking around the room, up at the ceiling over me, I blurted out, "I was doing sit ups ."

  "Really. So, you're lying on the floor ."

  "Yes." Squeezing my eyes closed, I went to push my hair back. But I caught the scent of myself on my hand. Slowly, I opened my eyes and stared at my fingers, realizing that it wasn't a bad scent. It was just...me. My arousal .

  "How many?" Jake asked .

  "Twice," I murmured, not really aware of the question .

  "You did twice sit ups?" Now he sounded really intrigued .

  And I realized I was screwed. "I...would you just mind your own business?" I snapped .

  "Sure...but can I ask you something?" The teasing note in his voice should have warned me .

  I chewed on my lower lip. "What?" I asked warily .

  "Were you thinking about me when you were masturbating ?"

  "I...you...damn it." The click announcing another call on the other end of the line seemed like a life preserver thrown to a drowning woman, so I said brusquely, "I have to go. Bye ."

  I hung up on him mid-laugh and answered much more cautiously. "This is Michelle ."

  "Michelle!" Aunt Blair sounded as sunny and happy as she had every time we talked. "Darling, the editors love the idea. It's a go. If you get it to me by Thursday, we'll go live Friday ."

  Shit.

  Eleven

  Michelle

  I texted him.

  After the embarrassing way I'd been caught earlier, texting just seemed...safer. It also gave me another idea for a short article, should Aunt Blair be interested in one .

  Sexting had always seemed so...dull, but maybe it just took the right guy to dream about. And damn, did I ever have sexting material with Jake. I had every kind of material with the man .

  Eying the text, I read it through a second time, then a third time .

  I guess you are all smug and pleased with yourself, Mr. KOO (King of the O, in case you couldn't guess ).

  My bosses want some articles to post to twitter and Facebook while building up to the next one the magazine releases and they left the topics up to me .

  I had an idea about doing Skype sessions and seeing if your prowess can hold up to the almighty internet. Are you game ?

  H e'd responded in seconds, saying he was absolutely game. Then, to my amusement and horror, we set the
time for nine...tonight .

  In an effort to feel like I had some of the control, I'd worn a robe that even I had to admit look hella sexy on me. It was sheer black and through it, my nipples were visible, but only at certain angles. I'd tested it out earlier, sitting in front of the computer, the blinds drawn and candles lit, all the lights turned down low. I'd hoped it would help hide my damn blushes .

  I didn't know if it worked, but even I had to admit, I looked hot .

  Sweeping my hair up into a loose knot and wearing a simple, short teardrop necklace, I'd kept everything basic, because I didn't know what else to do .

  It wasn't like I was trying to make this fancy or memorable for him . I wanted to remember it, so looking good and feeling good was kind of important for my sake .

  But when he called, the look on his face...wow .

  For one second, that practiced smile slid away and he looked...stunned .

  "Hi," I said, my voice husky, both from anticipated arousal and lingering embarrassment at how he'd caught me red-handed earlier .

  In turn, his voice sounded oddly strained as he replied, "Hi, back. You look stunning." By the time he'd finished speaking, the dazed expression had faded, and the smooth, easy smile was back in place, but I had the memory .

  It was a sweet one too .

  Reaching for my wine, I took a sip to wet my throat. "Have you ever done this sort of thing before ?"

  "I've got one client." He shrugged, reaching up to rub at the back of his neck. The gesture seemed out of place with him, more of a nervous reaction than anything else. "She's...into this sort of thing more than the actual act ."

  I could relate to that. At least I could until he put his hands on me .

  "Can I be honest?" Putting the glass of wine down, I said, "I don't even know where to start ."

  His eyes dropped to linger on my upper chest, a smile curving his lips. "Sugar, you already did. You answered my call looking like a wet dream come to life, and my dick is sitting up and begging for mercy. You started things just fine ."

  "Oh." Blood rushed to my cheeks. Determined not to let modesty or embarrassment or prudery get in the way, I asked, "What are we supposed to do ?"

  Jake leaned forward, his eyes intent on my face, as if he was sitting there and the computer monitors didn't even exist. "What were you doing when I called yesterday ?"

  "I...you know what I was doing ."

  "I want you to tell me," he said, voice gruff, a thread of command in it. "I want to hear it in your voice, see it in your eyes ."

  "I was...why are you asking?" I swallowed the nervous tremor in my voice, not even certain why I was so embarrassed, but I was .

  "Because...this is how I start. I want to know how and why you were touching yourself. If you came. If you thought of me." His eyes moved briefly to my mouth. "Did you think of me, Michelle ?"

  With the way he watched me, I had no other choice but to respond. "Yes," I whispered .

  His nostrils flared. "And how did you touch yourself ?"

  "I touched me the way you had." My brain, my modesty, rational thought, all of it melted away bit by bit. Without even considering what I was doing, I reached up and cupped my breast through the robe .

  "Were you wearing a robe ?"

  "Yes."

  His voice was raspy now. "Was it open or closed ?"

  "O-open." Clearing my throat, I met his eyes. "Should I open this one ?"

  "No. I like seeing your nipples peek at me through the black chiffon. It's hotter than hell." A harsh noise left him. "Pinch your nipples for me, Michelle. I want to see them get even harder ."

  I did, and I could almost imagine it was him doing it .

  Almost. And even though it was my hands on my body, it was still erotically charged, wickedly hot .

  "I'm going to tell you what to do," he said, his voice still a gravelly, rough drawl. "And you're going to obey. And by the time I'm done, both of us are going to be ready to come, and we'll watch each other as we do it. How does that sound ?"

  Hot.

  But I just nodded .

  "Take a sip of your wine, but don't swallow it ."

  "That's–"

  "Do it, Michelle," he said softly .

  So I did. I hadn't even had the wine in my mouth a second before the next command came. "You can swallow soon, but before you do, I want you to put your finger in your mouth so some of the wine is on your fingertip. Then you're going to rub your nipple with it ."

  My eyes flew open, and I stared at him .

  "Do it ."

  I had a feeling I'd hear that command a lot .

  I obeyed, closing my eyes. The sheer eroticism of it was startling, and when he told me to do the same for the other side, I did it without question .

  "Can you imagine me licking it off your nipples now? Nod your head if you can ."

  I couldn't just imagine it. I was ready to beg to make it happen. But I didn't tell him that. I just nodded, and when he told me to go ahead and open my robe, I followed the order without comment. "Cup your breasts for me. Show me how you like to be touched ."

  His voice, raw and rough, was a guide for the next few moments, suggesting, asking, observing .

  I went from tugging on my nipples to sliding a hand down between my thighs to tease the heat there, but once I'd done that, he wasn't content for me to be a silent participant anymore .

  "I can't see you now, so you'll have to help me out. My imagination isn't as good as yours," he said, voice teasing. "How do you feel ?"

  I lifted my lashes a fraction .

  He seemed to be waiting for it, and that beautiful mouth quirked in a smile. "Tell me what you feel like. I want to know how your cunt feels when you touch it ."

  The word on his lips was shocking .

  "Cunt," he said again. "It's such a filthy word, isn't it? It's short for cunnilingus. My mouth on your cunt. Would you like that ?"

  "Yes."

  "Then tell me what your cunt feels like. I might think about going down on you, Michelle, but you have to make me happy first ."

  I was so turned on, I almost came, my belly cramping with hot, vicious need .

  "I'm...wet," I whispered, sliding one finger around my entrance .

  "Were you this wet earlier when you were touching yourself and thinking about me ?"

  His eyes bored into mine .

  "Not...not this fast, no ."

  "But you did get wet, didn't you? When you were thinking about me ?"

  He would keep on pushing, I knew .

  "Yes."

  "Tell me what you thought about, what you were imagining ."

  My cheeks flamed .

  "You're not touching yourself anymore. Don't stop. I want you stroking that hot, plump pussy for me ."

  A whimper broke out of me as my head fell back. I didn't know how much of this I could handle .

  "Now talk," he ordered, voice hard .

  "I was thinking about you on your knees in front of me. I was in my chair at first, and I thought about you kneeling in front of me and putting your mouth on me," I said, having to force each word out .

  "Where, Michelle? Where did I put my mouth on you?" he demanded .

  "My cunt ."

  "Good. Now use your fingers and fuck that cunt, imagine it's me and my mouth ."

  I moaned as I followed his orders, doing exactly as he said, clenching my thighs around my hand in a desperate effort to deepen the contact .

  It was pointless, but it still felt so good .

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p; "That's it," he muttered, voice raw. "Imagine me there, biting your nipples while you take my cock inside you. Can you feel me ?"

  "Yes." The low, raspy sound that came from my throat was foreign, alien to me .

  "You're so close, Michelle. Why don't you come for me, sugar ?"

  It was like the climax had hovered right there, waiting for just those words before it exploded out of me. With a cry, I came, my pussy clamping down tight around my fingers as I leaned forward and rode them, almost able to imagine it was his cock. Almost .

  "That's it. Soon, I'm going to have you riding me like that, sugar ."

  I opened my eyes, desperate to see him. He was standing in front of the computer, a foot or so back. His cock out, hand around it as he pumped, slowly. Back and forth .

  I licked my lips, and the thought of having him inside my mouth leaped into my mind .

  "You look like you want to be licking cock instead of your own lips. Do you ?"

  The words made me shudder, and I felt another warning clench deep in my belly .

  "Do you?" he barked .

  "Yes!"

  He fisted his cock faster, harder .

  "Keep fucking that hand, Michelle. Keep it up. And imagine it's me there. I want you to think about me being there, pulling you up off that chair and bending you over your desk. I'm going to do it too. I'll bend you over that desk, pull that robe up and sink my dick into you from behind – maybe even into your ass. Have you had that done, sugar ?"

  "No." Naked licks of fear and lust tripped up through as I continued to watch him jerk off, and then, I couldn't watch anymore. I came so hard, my lungs shutting down until I couldn't breathe, and I stared, unable to see anything else except the sight of his hand pumping and stroking – and then he came .

  Right there .

  He didn't even attempt to hide it or turn away .

  He let me see it, and I felt an answering clench in my womb .

  "Michelle..." he rasped, sinking back down into the chair .

  I met his eyes, feeling raw and exposed .

  He looked at me, and for a second, I thought I saw something in his eyes. But then he quirked a smile at me .