Page 152 of Wicked Fantasies

She squeezed her legs together tightly and debated going for round two with the wickedly fun toy. Just the mere thought of Ethan had her dying for sexual relief. This sudden, unfamiliar sex drive was going to put her in an insane asylum or break her Laundromat bank. The man had only kissed her, for God’s sake, and yet she’d had to change her panties twice during the night, she’d gotten so wet…dreaming of Ethan and imagining all the things she wanted to do to him.

She was just reaching toward the nightstand for the vibrator when her phone rang. Screwed by the bell.

“Hello?” she said.

“Good morning.” Ethan’s deep voice shot through the telephone line like an electrical shock and she squirmed again at the juices his sexy, masculine tone produced. Shit, she was going to give up wearing panties altogether at this rate.

“Hiya. What’s up?”

“Not you, by the sound of your voice. Have to admit I sort of saw you as an early-to-bed, early-to-rise kind of girl.”

Well, he certainly had her pegged. Normally she was up at the crack of dawn. It was his fault her usual routine was out of whack.

“It’s the weekend and I have nothing to do. Thought I’d give myself a nice, relaxing sleep-in.”

Liar, liar, pants on fire.

She was about as relaxed as a stockbroker hopped up on Starbucks.

“Well, I wouldn’t say you have nothing to do,” he replied.

She paused for a moment and considered her schedule. Was she supposed to be somewhere? She didn’t recall making any plans. Certainly none with Ethan. She’d sure as hell remember that. “I don’t understand.”

“There’s a package outside your door. I want you to go get it. Your instructions are inside.”

“Instructions?” she asked, her heart rate accelerating. Ethan had been by her place? This morning? Why oh why hadn’t she heard him? He could have taken the place of the lousy vibrator.

“Don’t sound so worried, Rachel. You’ll like this assignment. It involves making a list.”

She grinned at his joke. “You know, there’s nothing wrong with making lists and being prepared. It wouldn’t hurt you to be a little more organized—might actually prevent you from being late all the time.” She could tease as well as the next person.

“Yeah, well. You won’t have to worry about that tonight.”

“Tonight?” she asked.

“I’ll be at your place at seven sharp.”

“You will?” She realized her voice had taken on a higher pitch with each consecutive question and she cleared her throat. “Why?”

“It’s all in the package,” he replied enigmatically. “And Rachel, wear something sexy. See you later.”

He hung up the phone with a light chuckle before she could wrap her lips around the word goodbye. Her brain was actually still trying to process the “something sexy” comment. She didn’t do sexy. She wouldn’t know sexy if it bit her in the ass. Her mother had trained her well and she was quite firmly ensconced in the land of prim and proper.

Dammit.

She jumped out of bed and walked to her front door, not sure if she wanted to see what was in Ethan’s surprise package or read his instructions.

Rachel opened the door and found a small square box neatly wrapped in brown paper. Carrying it into the living room, she dropped onto the couch to open it, grinning as she tore the paper. She loved presents.

She gasped when she lifted the lid on the box. Inside was a new copy of theKama Sutra.

Holy shit.

She picked up the book and flipped through the pages, her mouth dropping open a little bit farther with each subsequent photographed pose.

An envelope dropped out of the front cover and she bent to retrieve it from the floor. Inside were Ethan’s instructions, as promised. It was a sheet of paper much like the paper in her notebook. He’d numbered down the side column one to ten and had even supplied a heading.

Kama Sutra Positions I Want to Try with Ethan.

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