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spread.”
    “What about her? How did you imagine her?”
    “Kneeling on the floor, like she was at the bar.”
    “Is she clothed?”
    “No. He made her strip before he told her to get on her knees.”
    “So there’s a bit of domination involved? That’s perfect, Jenny. Not only were you influenced by what you saw in the Shifter Bar, you’re utilizing things you saw in the dungeon, too.”
    She rocked forward. Her panties were getting damp. “I also imagined him giving her instructions on how to pleasure him. To start off slow, then go deeper. I pictured him tangling his hands in her hair and looking down at her while she follows his commands.”
    “Were you touching yourself when you dreamed all of that up?”
    “Yes.” She’d been under the covers with her eyes closed, creating desperate longings. “I thought about it last night, soon after I got home. I tried to stop myself, but I couldn’t. You’d already planted the seed.”
    He planted another one. “You should touch yourself right now. You should do it again.”
    She wanted to, but she made an excuse, trying to produce a semblance of reason. “I’m holding the phone.”
    He didn’t back down. “Put it on hands free.”
    She made the switch. She got up and closed the blinds, too. Dizzy with need, she said, “I can’t believe I’m going to do this with you on the other end of the line.”
    “That’s what makes it so exciting.”
    She undid her khakis. “It makes me feel forbidden.”
    “I like that word.”
    At the moment so did she, but she was also deep under his spell and all mixed up. She slid onto her chair, grateful that he couldn’t see her, yet wishing he could.
    “Talk to me. Tell me exactly what you’re doing.”
    “I’m sitting at my desk, tugging my pants and underwear down.”
    “What a visual. Sweet, sweet Jenny with her cunt exposed.”
    Heaven help her. “I’m unbuttoning my blouse, too. And unhooking the front of my bra.”
    “Are your nipples hard?”
    “Yes.” She drew a ring around one of them with her finger, making the areola pucker. With her skin tingling, with her mind on Noah, she moved her hand down and pressed it between her legs. “I’m going to do it now.”
    “Go right ahead.”
    She opened her nether lips and they glistened beneath her touch. “I’m already wet.”
    His voice caressed her. “Such a creamy girl.”
    Was she ever. She rubbed in little circles, spreading the warmth. Lost in the sensation and sealed in her own juices, her clit popped out.
    “What are you thinking about?” he asked.
    “You. Doing bad things to me.”
    “How bad?”
    “You’re restraining me, like you said you would do.” While he listened, she made submissive sounds and envisioned being strapped to his bed.
    “It scares me,” she said, relaying her newfound hunger. “But I like it, too.” In her fantasy, she was willing to let him tie her up. But in reality, she knew that she should stay away from him.
    Still, she let herself dream, immersed in how hot and rough and carnal he was.
    “Come for me,” he said.
    An instant inferno erupted in her belly, and she lifted her rear and thrust her hips, strumming hard and fast.
    Come for him.
    She moved in a carnal rhythm, rubbing her clit with one hand and using her other hand to push two fingers inside.
    With Noah quiet on the other end, she gasped and went into spasms. She thrashed in her chair and bumped her knees against the desk.
    Afterward, she blinked through the haze, the final shudder zinging through her blood.
    “Jenny?”
    She grabbled to right her clothes, fumbling with buttons, hooks, and fabrics that wouldn’t behave. “Yes?”
    “I’m going to arrange the voyeurism scene, and when the time is right, I’m going to restrain you, too.”
    She couldn’t think to form a response. He’d given her barely a moment to breathe, let alone deal with an affair she shouldn’t be having.
    “Okay?” he prodded.
    Overwhelmed, she agreed, allowing him to