CHAPTER THIRTY
STEFANIE
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CLOSING MY LAPTOP,I set it gently beside me on the couch and stood. My body felt warmer, a little buzzy. Anticipation humming under my skin. I moved over to the bear and picked it up.
Without turning it in my direction, I took it into my bedroom and placed it in the corner, facing the wall. Then, I peeled off my clothes, letting each piece fall to the floor. I didn’t rush. I let myself enjoy the slow slide of fabric over my skin.
I wanted to make sure I described all of these sensations in my romance novel. When I lifted my shirt over my head, my nipples tightened as the cool air kissed them. Naked, I reached for my pale pink robe and slid it on, letting it cling to my bare body, the silk brushing over my skin like a lover’s caress.
Ooh!That part was definitely going in the book. I didn’t tie the front of the robe. I let it hang open, exposing the soft curves of my body as I crossed the room to look into my full-length mirror.
Look at you, Stefanie. Looking good enough to write a smutty scene.
I released my hair from its ponytail and let it flounce around my face and shoulders in all its curly glory. Yup. This was the look I was going for. I opened the robe to stare at my body.Damn, Stef, you look good and thick!
Feeling sexy, I strode back into my bedroom and turned the bear to face the bed, moving it closer to the edge of the bed so Julian could get a good view of the show I was about to put on. I couldn’t believe I was about to do this.
I pushed that nervous feeling away. I was doing this. Shyness be damned. However, a shot of tequila would be helpful right now. I stared down at the stuffed animal and noticed the red dot wasn’t blinking.
Good. That either meant he’d tune in mid-act, and I wouldn’t be seen getting into position. Or, he wouldn’t tune in at all, and I’d pretend this never happened. I climbed into bed, moving slowly, making sure every movement was sensual.
I thought about how soft the comforter felt against my knees and palms. I noticed the way my robe rubbed against my skin as I crawled. All of that was going into the novel. I lay down against the pillows, letting the robe part further.
My thighs relaxed, opening slightly. One hand trailed down my stomach, while the other brushed over my breast, teasing the nipple until it ached. I closed my eyes and exhaled, soft and slow, picturing Julian in my mind. I’d just rubbed my hand between the valley of my breasts when his deep voice filled the room.
“Stefanie Adams, what the hell are you doing?” he growled.
He’s here!
It was time to start the show. For research purposes, of course. My heart was racing now, but I didn’t stop touching myself. I’d set things into motion and I’d be damned if I was the one to back out.
Instead, I opened my eyes, stared straight at the red dot, and murmured, “You’re late, Julian Cattaneo.”
“It looks like I’m right on time, Ms. Adams,” came his sultry reply.
Already, this was working. My pussy was perking up at the sound of his voice. My main lead was definitely going to have a deep, sinful voice like Julian’s.
“I need your help with something, Mr. Cattaneo.”
“I’m all yours, Ms. Adams.”
Him and his words!
It didn’t take much for him to get me excited. He could probably read the ingredients from the back of a cereal box, and I’d get aroused by his voice.
“I’m going to touch myself until I cum all over my fingers, Julian. I want you to tell me what you see, think, and feel as you watch me. Okay?”