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came out, I didn t know.
His eyes met mine in the mirror. Well, I considered joining you in the shower.
I almost choked. Jesus in Heaven. Deliver me from the insanity of this moment. Suddenly my shower no
longer seemed as safe as it had been just a bit ago.
Your turn. Jack s voice heated my ear, and I felt myself swooning.
Um, my mind rambled around. Something, anything that could compete with that. Come on. I write
smut stories for God s sake. And Lord knows Jack has swum in my mental vision when writing some of
that stuff.
One came to me. A nasty little thought that had inspired a short, naughty story the other day. Last
week, in the staff meeting, I wanted to take you on the conference table.
His eyebrow went up, as did the heat level of his body. My knees turned to Jell-O. Had he not held me
in a firm grip, I would have been on the floor. He pulled me even tighter against him, and I could feel his
excitement against my butt.
This is a very dangerous game we play, Jack was mere millimeters from my earlobe, warming my
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already fired-up body with his breath. His lip grazed my ear. Not much, but just enough to send my heart
into overdrive.
Nonetheless, I tried to maintain some level of dignity.
As if that was possible.
Are you ready to quit? I gazed as defiantly as possible at him in the mirror.
No, are you?
I am the smut goddess, you can t best me in this game. I was too. I had a little plaque on my website
(okay, it s a picture that looks like a plaque, but I can t do better than that online) that a frequent visitor
made me. She loves my sex stories.
Of course, at this very moment, my smutty mind wasn t functioning right since the object of many lurid
fantasies had me plastered to his chest, staring at me.
We ll see, smut goddess. He grinned wickedly and nodded his head. A few weeks ago when you
were helping me install that new printer and you had to crawl under my desk, I imagined you staying
under there and taking me in your mouth.
I blinked. Whoa, now that s so not right. I had the same thoughts that day. Mine involved a few more
details, but hey, same basic strategy.
Which is really freaking me out a bit. Is this some evil trick of Aphrodite s to give us the same fantasies?
Lynn, it s your turn, Jack said, staring at me with those cerulean crystal eyes.
I couldn t help it. My eyes flickered to the clock on the countertop. 6:25 p.m. If we were going to get a
decent table at Chili s, we needed to leave very soon.
We have to leave for Chili s soon.
Plenty of time. His lips grazed that sensitive spot just below my ear.
You are so not playing fair. He pressed little kisses around the back of my neck, swinging my hair out
of his way as he tortured me.
I m not hearing your turn, smut goddess, he muttered between kisses.
I couldn t help it. My brain had pretty much turned to goo, burned by the heat that came from my nether
regions which I was certain would cause a fire if they came into contact with anything wooden.
Of course, something that felt like wood stabbed me in the back, and no fire had started yet.
Come on, Hush, give me your best shot. He nuzzled my neck, sending shivers through my body.
Wait a minute.
Hush? Hush? How d he know that? What the hell?No one knows about that. Everything once warm
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and fuzzy had now turned to ice, frigid and cold, ready to pound Jack into the ground, even though he
was probably twice the size of me. Mentally, I was the toughest Navy Seal or Marine on the block.
I jerked away from him, spun to face him with my hands on my hips.
How the hell did you know that?
What? He asked, looking like a kid who d lost his favorite new toy.
How did you know about Hush. It was a demand, not a question, and I certainly wanted to know the
answer. Inside, I shook like I d been robbed. No one knew about that other life, no one knew about my
private computer time, and it was my world. Not anyone else s. I didn t tell anyone about my pseudo
cyber-life. Have you been going through my computer?
No!
Mister, you d better explain yourself. At that moment, I realized I was yelling at him in the bathroom.
The one place where the air vents were practically connected to the other apartments. But still, I didn t
feel like moving somewhere else for privacy. I was too pissed off to care what my neighbors thought.
You had the site up on your computer. Jack put his hands on his hips, his blue eyes flipping to ice.
I did no such thing. I wasn t careless at work. I never left the window to the site open while I was at
work, for this very reason.
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came out, I didn t know.
His eyes met mine in the mirror. Well, I considered joining you in the shower.
I almost choked. Jesus in Heaven. Deliver me from the insanity of this moment. Suddenly my shower no
longer seemed as safe as it had been just a bit ago.
Your turn. Jack s voice heated my ear, and I felt myself swooning.
Um, my mind rambled around. Something, anything that could compete with that. Come on. I write
smut stories for God s sake. And Lord knows Jack has swum in my mental vision when writing some of
that stuff.
One came to me. A nasty little thought that had inspired a short, naughty story the other day. Last
week, in the staff meeting, I wanted to take you on the conference table.
His eyebrow went up, as did the heat level of his body. My knees turned to Jell-O. Had he not held me
in a firm grip, I would have been on the floor. He pulled me even tighter against him, and I could feel his
excitement against my butt.
This is a very dangerous game we play, Jack was mere millimeters from my earlobe, warming my
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already fired-up body with his breath. His lip grazed my ear. Not much, but just enough to send my heart
into overdrive.
Nonetheless, I tried to maintain some level of dignity.
As if that was possible.
Are you ready to quit? I gazed as defiantly as possible at him in the mirror.
No, are you?
I am the smut goddess, you can t best me in this game. I was too. I had a little plaque on my website
(okay, it s a picture that looks like a plaque, but I can t do better than that online) that a frequent visitor
made me. She loves my sex stories.
Of course, at this very moment, my smutty mind wasn t functioning right since the object of many lurid
fantasies had me plastered to his chest, staring at me.
We ll see, smut goddess. He grinned wickedly and nodded his head. A few weeks ago when you
were helping me install that new printer and you had to crawl under my desk, I imagined you staying
under there and taking me in your mouth.
I blinked. Whoa, now that s so not right. I had the same thoughts that day. Mine involved a few more
details, but hey, same basic strategy.
Which is really freaking me out a bit. Is this some evil trick of Aphrodite s to give us the same fantasies?
Lynn, it s your turn, Jack said, staring at me with those cerulean crystal eyes.
I couldn t help it. My eyes flickered to the clock on the countertop. 6:25 p.m. If we were going to get a
decent table at Chili s, we needed to leave very soon.
We have to leave for Chili s soon.
Plenty of time. His lips grazed that sensitive spot just below my ear.
You are so not playing fair. He pressed little kisses around the back of my neck, swinging my hair out
of his way as he tortured me.
I m not hearing your turn, smut goddess, he muttered between kisses.
I couldn t help it. My brain had pretty much turned to goo, burned by the heat that came from my nether
regions which I was certain would cause a fire if they came into contact with anything wooden.
Of course, something that felt like wood stabbed me in the back, and no fire had started yet.
Come on, Hush, give me your best shot. He nuzzled my neck, sending shivers through my body.
Wait a minute.
Hush? Hush? How d he know that? What the hell?No one knows about that. Everything once warm
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and fuzzy had now turned to ice, frigid and cold, ready to pound Jack into the ground, even though he
was probably twice the size of me. Mentally, I was the toughest Navy Seal or Marine on the block.
I jerked away from him, spun to face him with my hands on my hips.
How the hell did you know that?
What? He asked, looking like a kid who d lost his favorite new toy.
How did you know about Hush. It was a demand, not a question, and I certainly wanted to know the
answer. Inside, I shook like I d been robbed. No one knew about that other life, no one knew about my
private computer time, and it was my world. Not anyone else s. I didn t tell anyone about my pseudo
cyber-life. Have you been going through my computer?
No!
Mister, you d better explain yourself. At that moment, I realized I was yelling at him in the bathroom.
The one place where the air vents were practically connected to the other apartments. But still, I didn t
feel like moving somewhere else for privacy. I was too pissed off to care what my neighbors thought.
You had the site up on your computer. Jack put his hands on his hips, his blue eyes flipping to ice.
I did no such thing. I wasn t careless at work. I never left the window to the site open while I was at
work, for this very reason.
And even if I did, there s no way he could have known that name. I don t tell anyone in real life my [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]