Multiple orgasms are all about the timing, you know .
Hell. All I'd done was think about him, and this one had all but wiped me out. I wasn't sure I could handle the timing, and the thought of multiples almost melted my brain .
* * *
T hirty minutes later,reenergized by a shower, a sandwich, and coffee, I settled back down at my desk. Somewhat bemused by what I'd done, I brought up his email and read it again .
It wouldn't happen again, surely. Reading through it wouldn't cause that same erotic buzz that I'd been feeling all week, ever since I met him, compounded and complicated by his written words. It had just been a while since I'd broken out my vibrator. A couple of months, probably. I'd just been on edge, and I'd needed the release .
But the second I started reading and thinking about Jake, the hotter and heavier my body felt .
Sometimes, a lady I'm with will be done after just one session. But sometimes, she'll need more. I'm always happy to oblige. I just watch her and see what her body is telling me .
If he was here right now, my body would be screaming...do me !
Of course, five seconds after he made a move toward me, it might scream something else entirely .
"Son of a bitch," I muttered, closing the email, and scrolling up to catch up on messages from last night and this morning .
There were three from Aunt Blair, two last night and one from this morning. The last from twenty-five minutes ago. Call me or I'm calling you .
Blushing, I thought about what I'd been doing twenty-five minutes ago, and I wondered if she would have guessed just what I'd been up to by the sound of my voice .
With a nervous laugh, I picked up my coffee. "I'll call in a few, Aunt Blair," I murmured, toasting the picture of the two of us near one of the bridges in Central Park. "Just let me get a little more –"
The phone rang mid-sentence, and I had no doubt as to who was calling. Well, shit. With a mental groan, I picked up the phone .
"Good morning, sunshine!" Aunt Blair said, her voice ringing out. She sounded like she'd been awake for hours and already downed about a gallon of coffee. She probably had been awake for hours, but she didn't drink coffee. I didn't understand her. "How are you doing, sweetheart ?"
"I'm fine. You sound too awake for me," I said, hoping she'd attribute any sluggish moments to me being tired or...something .
"You don't rest enough, eat right or exercise enough. Do all those things and call me in the morning ."
"Ha, ha ."
"You also don't get laid enough," Aunt Blair continued blithely. "What you need is to hook up with some guy who will eff your brains out once or twice a week ."
I could have choked on the coffee I'd just taken a sip of. "Thanks," I said after a few awkward seconds. "I'll keep that in mind ."
"Do that. So...listen. I've got news." Tension hummed between us before she continued. "The powers that be loved your article. It's running in the next issue and ...they want more ."
Excitement exploded inside me. More? They liked it? Would I write them? Would I be able to see Jake again ?
A million questions started to fire inside my head .
But she squashed them flat in the next second .
"Gina's recovering pretty well. She can sit up in a chair for longer periods of time, and she's already at work editing some of her other pieces. We think she'll be able to handle the series the higher-ups want, but thank you for doing such a bang-up job, sweetheart. We will definitely be using you for more pieces ."
Disappointment had turned the excitement to ashes, and I had to fight to make my voice brisk and professional as I responded, "I'm very glad you all enjoyed it, Aunt Blair. Please give my best to Gina. I've got to go. I've got lunch cooking and it's about to burn ."
I hung up before she could say anything else .
I couldn't fake the brisk tone for more than a few seconds, and I didn't want her to hear my dismay .
Granted, I couldn't even lie to her properly. Was I more upset about the fact that I wasn't finishing the series? Or the fact that I wouldn't have a reason to see Jake again ?
I had no idea .