Page 33 of Sex Coach

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 mysake .

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 ?"

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