“How far are you willing to let me go, Dawn?”
 
 She heaves a breath. “I—I don’t know.”
 
 Slowly, I slide the tips of my fingers into my boxer briefs. “Is this good?”
 
 She leans back against her pillows and raises her shirt, revealing a mouthwatering strip of golden skin.
 
 I’m immediately hard. “Will you touch yourself for me?”
 
 “You—you sound like you’ve done this before.”
 
 “Not even remotely. But I read.”
 
 Her hand rests at the waistband of her sleep shorts. “What do you read?”
 
 “Romance.”
 
 “Really?”
 
 “Really,” I confirm. And God bless those authors. Otherwise, I’d have no idea how to do this.
 
 “So, what would happen next if this was a romance book?”
 
 “That’s the beauty of romance books, Dawn. It’s up to you.”
 
 Her fingers twitch. “What do you mean?”
 
 “I mean,” I start, then push my fingers into my briefs a little more, “that we go at your pace. We do what you want, no more,no less. We stop when you want.” I pause. “Is that what you want? To stop?”
 
 “No!” She nearly yells it, and it makes me laugh. “I mean, no. I just—this is new for me.”
 
 “Tell me what you want to do.”
 
 “I don’t know,” she answers softly. “Can I…”
 
 “Can you what?” I urge.
 
 She laughs nervously. “God, you can’t even see my face, and I’m still so tongue-tied. Which is funny, because I thought I was a lot more, I don’t know,intothis. And I am, but I—” She moves her hands up, and when she speaks, it’s muffled. “I want to watch you.”
 
 “You do? Naughty girl,” I tease.
 
 “See?” she groans into her hands. “You don’t have to.”
 
 My answer is immediate. “I want to.”
 
 “You—you do?”
 
 “Your wish is my command, Dawn.”
 
 “Oh,” she breathes. “O-okay.”
 
 “But hang on. I’m going to take my pants off and then get back on screen.”
 
 “Whatever you want,” she says, her voice high-pitched.
 
 I hop off the bed and let my pants fall to the ground.Am I really doing this?Yes, apparently, I am. I don’t recognize the person I am right now, but something about this woman brings it out in me. I’m back on the bed, still wearing my boxer briefs, in seconds.
 
 “Hi,” I say, getting situated once again and making sure the phone isn’t capturing my face.