Page 29 of A Little Harmless Pleasure

“I have something to ask you, something I want you to be completely truthful about.”

“Okay. Go ahead.”

He heard her swallow and then take a deep breath. Anticipation skated along his nerves as he wondered what could be bothering her so much.

“When you were here, and we spent the night together…”

“Yes?” His heart pounded.

“Well, it’s just that, you don’t… When you were here, you couldn’t keep your hands off me, and now you act like a…a…brother.” Again, she drew in a deep breath and asked, “Please, just let me know, Chris, are you not interested in me that way anymore?”

For several seconds, Chris didn’t say anything. Couldn’t. It was amazing that she actually would think he wasn’t interested. What was going through her mind?

“Cynthia,chéri…you know I’m interested in you.”

“No, I don’t.”

“I think I proved that six weeks ago.”

“Then…yes. But it has been six weeks, and you haven’t once said a word about it.”

He drew in a fortifying breath, trying to gather his control. Just talking to her on the phone had him hard, and since it had been six weeks since he’d touched her, touched any woman, it wouldn’t take much to get him off.

“Honey, it’s just that I didn’t know when we would see each other again. So I avoided it.”

“You avoided talking about it because you don’t plan to see me for a while?” Now she didn’t sound upset but confused.

“You don’t understand.”

“Explain it to me then. When you were here, you said you couldn’t get enough of me. But for some reason, I think you have.”

“Well, I haven’t. I never will. Listen, Cynthia, I can’t talk about it.” Already, he was stroking himself through his pocket. Sad and pathetic, but talking about that night, even the smallest mention, made him hard.

“Are there people around?”

“No. I’m by myself. It’s just that…” Telling her would let her know just how much control she had over him, how much she meant to him. He didn’t want to scare her away, but she wasn’t going to let it go. “If I were to talk about it, I’d have to get off. There’s just no way around it.”

He heard her breath catch. The sound was as arousing as the sound of her moans. “So, right now, you’re…”

“Hard enough to drive a nail into cement.”

There was a long pause. “Are you touching yourself right now?” Her voice bubbled with excitement, her Southern accent deepening.

Damn. The woman was going to be the death of him. He leaned his head back against the chair and closed his eyes, praying for some sort of control. “Yes.”

“You’re naked?” Her pleasure spurred his.

“No. I’m stroking over the fabric.”

Then she said something he never would have expected. “Take your cock out.”

His eyes flew open, and he almost dropped the phone. “What?”

“Take it out.”

Chris seriously thought about denying her. Definitely not the place to do this. But there was something in the way she’d ordered him that had him reacting to her demand. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and pushed the fabric aside. His erection bobbed free once he pulled down his underwear a bit. He grabbed it by the base and stroked.

“Does that feel good?” Her tone had turned coy.

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