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watch instead of the servants. She glanced down at the twin points straining against her bra. If Danny could see her clearly, he’d already know how effective his words were. Her nipples ached. As for her being drenched and the thought of punishment—
    “‘Touch yourself, Erin. Show me what you really like.’”
    Her heartbeat faltered at the use of her name. He’d thought this whole thing through, it seemed. Thought about her and her book. Incorporated both. She knew, in that moment, he’d been truthful and not just throwing out hot looks, sly innuendo and patent words that might coerce her into letting him make love to her. At her age she should have been happy for someone as sexy as Danny to try to persuade her to shed her panties but the fact he’d put a little effort behind what was surely a seduction—her first—made it all the more special.
    She hadn’t felt all that bold when she dropped her jeans to the floor. In fact, she was scared witless. But all the overheard conversations at the conference about “real life” inspiration had given her the boost she needed. Now, knowing he would undoubtedly offer her a night of wild lovemaking, she felt a little brazen. He was watching her. Waiting. She had no intention of letting him down.
    With exaggerated slowness she moved first one foot and then the other until she was no longer standing atop a pile of denim. She bent at the waist, keeping her eyes focused on the darkness as she slid the fingertips of her right hand between her cleavage and down the front of her body. She picked up the jeans and unceremoniously tossed them toward her computer chair, not caring if they actually made it that far or fell short.
    Inspiration assailed her and she reached toward the end table. She pushed the Stop button on the player. She wasn’t sure if there were any more directives coming but she didn’t need them. Not when she was embracing the sultry side she never knew existed. She didn’t actually have to masturbate. She could just run her hands here, there and everywhere and that should be fine. Exotic dancers did it all the time.
    Erin grabbed one of the many elastic hair bands lying around her workspace and pulled her hair back in a ponytail as she returned to her perch in front of the window. She looked at her reflection, pleased. Her neck had always been one of her best features and she ran her fingers along each side then across her collarbone.
    Taking a deep breath, she let her fingers drift to the swell of her breasts, brushing back and forth until a smidgen of desire startlingly rolled through her lower body. It brought with it a rush of another kind—one of control. The naughtiness associated with exhibitionism had always appealed to her, yet she had never voiced it. Her ex wouldn’t have understood. Not at all. But here was Danny. Playing along with her secret kink. In her mind and when she wrote her scenes, simply knowing someone watched was enough to satisfy. Now, with a living, breathing, sexy man on the other side of the glass, Erin realized she hadn’t known the true meaning of naughty.
    Go for it!
    She had no idea whose voice screamed that sentiment but she cupped her breasts, rubbing her nipples through the thin cotton of her bra, and just as Danny’s voice had commanded, painfully tight peaks were the answer to her caress. She didn’t stop until the throbbing in her pussy demanded something more and she slowly rolled the distended tips between her thumbs and forefingers pinching lightly until her moan echoed through the room. The imaginary cord that connected all the pulsing parts of her body clenched and Erin bit her lip as wetness slicked her folds.
    Shit.
    Could she really head in that direction next? Could she touch her aching clit and not climax right before his eyes? He’d said he wanted anticipation, not completion.
    She let her hands drift lower, trying to keep sexy thoughts swirling through her brain when she passed over her slightly rounded