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though it was two in the morning.”
    “I apologized for that,” he chuckled. “Every time I closed my eyes that night I could see you naked in my hotel room. I almost came when you answered the phone.”
    “Is this how it starts?” she asked and the husky timbre of her voice snaked through him.
    “Are you telling me you’re a phone-sex virgin?”
    “Yes, are you analyzing?”
    “I’m analyzing the sound of your voice, your shallow breathing… What’s that buzzing?”
    “My vibrator, I was testing the batteries,” she said and he groaned.
    “What kind do you have?”
    “Well, this one is kind of big,” she said breathily, “like you, flesh-colored, lots of big old ropy veins.” She made a sucking noise and he closed his eyes.
    “What—are—you—doing?”
    “I can’t find my lube—”
    “ Bedsidetableinthedrawer .”
    He heard the squeak of the drawer before she flipped the cap open. “ Ohhh ,” she sighed. “This is nice and slippery.” He closed his eyes and settled into the chaise.
    “What are you wearing, Ella?”
    “An old-fashioned corset with hooks and eyes. It has pale pink roses embroidered on it. I’ve pulled the muslin cups down. My breasts are bare. Everything the corset doesn’t cover is bare.”
    He’d bet money she was making it up but he closed his eyes, trying to envision the image she’d painted with her breathy words. “Touch your nipples,” he breathed, squeezing lube over the crown of his cock, sliding his hand down. “Are they stiff yet?”
    “Give them a reason. Tell me what you’re doing. Are you naked?”
    “My jeans are down around my knees, I’ve got a two-fisted grip on my cock and I’m working it slowly. Can you hear the slurping sound the lube is making? It sounds like when you had me in your mouth,” he rasped and was rewarded with her groan.
    “Can’t move your legs too wide— ummmm —I knew you liked being restrained.”
    “I didn’t realize it until you tied me up that night. How did you know that about me?”
    “You were so controlled, even when you were being playful but then there was that delicious, deliberate barbarian just below the surface and I wanted to see if I could push a button that might surprise you. Everyone wants to be tested, even if they’re only testing themselves.”
    “Was agreeing to spend the week with me a test, Ella?”
    “I don’t want to be analyzed right now, Jake,” she said and he heard the soft whir again.
    “What do you want, Ella? What button do you want to push?” Do you want to know what it will take to push me away? He took a deep breath and checked his anger. He knew she’d reach this point. He closed his eyes and imagined her teasing herself, letting him watch.
    She hesitated and he heard her sharp intake of breath. “Put some more lube in your hand.”
    Ella did the same, slicking a generous dollop down the vibrator. She’d bought it a week after she’d left him in his hotel room.
    “What are you doing?” he asked, suspended inside the void that reached into his studio.
    “Do you trust me?” she asked, passing a hand over her breasts, squeezing her nipples, imagining his mouth on them. She was so wet she probably didn’t need any lube but the effect of him listening, of imagining juicing up her toy would just add to the experience.
    “Right this minute? Yes.”
    “Lift your hips,” she asked, flicking on the vibrator, holding it close to the intercom. “Do you hear that? I’m going to run this over every bare inch, every quivering nerve. Are your nerves quivering, Jake?”
    “Even my eyelids are quivering. What do you want me to do?”
    “Take all that lovely lube and work it into your balls, let it drip down over you. She waited a moment before she asked, “Is it dripping yet?”
    “Yes,” he hissed. She could imagine his hips up in the air, straining at the knees, the lube coating his flesh, running cold into the crack of his wonderfully firm ass. Another hiss completed the