Page 30 of Sex Coach

Ten

Michelle

"I t's perfect."

Aunt Blair sounded thrilled and I was glad, but I sure as hell wished I could be more excited about how thrilled she was .

Instead, I was trying to keep my focus on the conversation at hand because my mind kept wandering. Wandering right back to a hotel not too far from my apartment in Manhattan and daydreams of what Jake had done to me kept turning my thoughts to mush .

"Have you thought about what you'll pitch next? I was thinking maybe we could do a couple of shorter articles online with the social media platforms, then redirect the links to the articles that are published while we wait for this one to go live – no point in losing momentum." Aunt Blair, once more dragged my wandering thoughts back from the hotel – and Jake .

"That's not a bad idea," I said, buying time as I riffled through my notebook, looking for the half-assed list I'd thrown together with a few ideas. "I'll be honest, though, I'm still trying to organize some of the information he gave me ."

"Have you talked to him on the phone recently ?"

"What?" I took a deep breath. "Oh, no ."

I was afraid to. If I talked to Jake on the phone, I was likely to start blurting out things like, Oh, wow...that was...how did you...do you want to do it again .

"Hey, what do you think about a column on using phone sex to keep the romance alive ?"

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 .

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"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 .

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