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picture for her.
    “Can you put some more lube in your hand? It needs to be nice and slick.”
    “Not until you put the tip of your vibrator inside you.” She revved the tiny motor once and fluttered it against her opening, biting her lip against the sharp pleasure.
    “Can you hear it, Jake? Can you hear what you’re doing to me?” she ended on a moan, losing focus for a moment. “Of course you can and while I work it slowly inside me, I want you to massage all that lovely lube under your balls and down, let it roll down, follow it with your hand, work it into your ass while you pull on your cock. Tell me what it feels like.”
    He was practically incoherent but she could hear the surprise in his voice, the wonder, the eagerness for the experience as she paced her rhythm, feeding off his excitement. She listened to him shout, the slurp of his hand. She closed her eyes, imagined what he looked like and sent herself over the edge.
    She heard him flick the intercom off, the sharp disconnect pulling at something deep inside her. She’d urged him into a place she’d never asked anyone else to go. Maybe it had been a bad choice, maybe he was having second thoughts. No, she wasn’t going there. She wasn’t going to lose focus. This week was about being brave, about being herself , letting him see the real Ella. She closed her eyes and pictured what he must look like.
    The door downstairs opened and closed. He didn’t turn on any lights. She told herself that he knew the house and didn’t need them. She could hear her heart beating in time with his slow deliberate footfall on the stairs leading to her. When he reached the top of the stairs the moon through the skylight threw an eerie cast over his shaded face and naked body like a character in a graphic novel and when he drew closer she could see his erection straining against his stomach. A shiver raced through her, excitement, fear, desire so deep it pulled her insides into a knot.
    His jaw was clenched as if once again he was keeping the words tight behind his lips. She reached for him, barely had time to spread her legs before he slid inside, wrapping his arms around her, cushioning her head in his palms.
    She closed her eyes and he gripped her tighter. “Don’t,” leeched from between his lips, a whispered plea and she snapped them back open. Longing, pure and simple etched lines along his face, fierce and beautiful at the same time, and her heart twisted.
    “Jake…”
    He kissed her, sliding his tongue inside her mouth, cutting off anything else she might say and lifted her closer. She kissed him back, met him thrust for thrust racing with him, with herself , the pressure building until her orgasm ripped through her and she felt his answering tremors, swallowing his shout as they both came, spiraling out of control at the same time. That had never happened with her before.
    They fell asleep still entwined. Ella woke briefly when he slid out of her sometime during the night and dragged her against him, mumbled something against her neck. She wanted to respond but she couldn’t form a coherent sentence so she smiled against his palm, kissing the warm center. He settled, held her tighter and in that moment Ella knew she never wanted to be anywhere else.
    She waited for the panic to set in, the sign that she should run before he woke up. When it didn’t come, she was almost uncomfortable. W hy ? The question flitted around the edges of her consciousness as drifted into sleep.

Chapter Five
     
    Jake’s studio was half as big as his house with windows all around. The white plastered walls were lined with wooden shelves full of books, bins of paint, brushes, antique cameras and cozy artistic paraphernalia that just missed being clutter by a blink. A tapestry chaise, the fabric soft shades of turquoise, brick and gold sat at an angle in the center of the room. Beneath it a faded, threadbare rug covered a square of the paint-spattered wood floor. An easel and an