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“Then I guess we’re set.”

“Oh, and Brandy? My cock’s been hard since I left you. I can’t wait to be buried in your hot little pussy.”

Now that image was the only thing she could think of.

After finishing her work, she took the dogs for a walk to burn off some energy.

Then she stopped by her neighbor’s house, rather than calling him, and made arrangements for him to care for the house.

“When will you be back?” Martin asked.

“Probably Saturday night.” Her fingers were secretly crossed that she wouldn’t be back until Sunday. That was presumptuous, though. “If that changes, are you available?”

Martin tugged on his braided beard. “Not a problem.”

That evening, she showered before going to bed with her vibrator.

Her fantasies were of Master Niles and the last time they’d gone to bed together. While there was never a doubt he was a Dom, the scene had had a decidedly erotic, rather than BDSM edge. He hadn’t restrained her in any way. Rather, he’d had her on all fours and driven into her, but then stayed still.

Instead of it being a raw, physical act, the connection had given space for emotion to add to the dynamic. She’d felt closer to him during that act than at any other time.

Now, she turned up the setting on the vibrator and rubbed it over her clit, remembering the pulse of his cock deep inside her, the feel of his hands on her body, the scent of power and restraint that had stamped the air.

With a cry, she jerked, lifting her pelvis, thinking about him as she pressed the vibrator hard against her throbbing pussy.

As an orgasm crashed over her, she cried out his name.

Breathless, she flicked off the switch and dropped the wand.

Closing her eyes, she tried to settle.

But restless energy gnawed at her.

All night, she tossed and turned, wishing away the hours.

The next morning, as coffee dripped into the carafe with agonizing slowness, she realized she was so keyed up about seeing him that she’d forgotten to be nervous about the event.

Around six a.m., her phone rang.

This time when his name appeared on the identification screen, she didn’t even pretend to be an ice princess. She answered right away.

“Sorry if I woke you,” he said.

“I didn’t sleep much,” she replied.

“You will tonight after a good workout.”

And in your arms.

“I should have waited to hear from you,” he said. “But I couldn’t.”

“Afraid I’ll change my mind?”

“More than you might guess.”

His admission soothed her.

“Your driver is confirmed for ten, if that still works. And he’s on call for the weekend, which means he’s available to take you home anytime it’s convenient for you.”

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