Wilde Thing

he wouldn't even be there to see and enjoy the show.

She moved her legs off the table to the floor, needing the stability of solid ground beneath her feet. 'Steve-'

He cut her off before she could issue a protest, obviously hearing the uncertainty in her voice. 'Has anyone come in to check on you tonight?'

'No.' She glanced at the door, which had remained firmly shut during her shift. No one had so much as poked his or her head inside to see if she was still alive in the small, hot room they'd assigned her to. 'They can monitor everything out on the switchboards,' she told him.

'Then they aren't about to disturb you, since they can see you're busy with a caller. A very demanding caller, and one you don't want to displease.' His voice was rough around the edges, just like the man himself. 'And since I'm paying for this call, I damn well want to get my money's worth. Now, do as I say and unbutton your blouse.'

Under normal circumstances, she would have bristled at such a forceful and dominating command, but she knew his suddenly aggressive nature was all part of the fantasy. Feeling self-conscious, she scanned the bare room for anything in the ceiling or walls that might look suspicious-like a spy camera. Finding nothing, she turned her chair so that she faced the wall opposite the door, then worked to unfasten the first five or six buttons on her blouse. As she exposed the taut swells of her breasts, her midriff, and her abdomen, the thrill of the forbidden kicked up her adrenaline a few notches. Despite her initial reservations about performing such a scandalous act in a place where she could get caught at any moment, she couldn't deny that a small, rebellious part of her welcomed Steve's dare and liked the risk she was taking-with him.

She also delighted in the way her flesh quivered where her fingers brushed against her skin as she made her way to the final button. 'It's done,' she said, hearing the breathless, eager quality of her own voice.

'Pull the front of your bra down so I can see your breasts.'

Licking her dry lips, she did as she was told. Peeling the stretchy material down over her voluptuous curves, she released her taut, heavy breasts from the confines of her bra. Her puckered nipples immediately thrust forward, begging to be stroked and fondled. She was tempted to do just that and describe every illicit caress to Steve to enhance the fantasy, but he seemingly had his own sexual agenda in mind.

'Now pull up your skirt so I can see your panties.' Once again, his voice demanded obedience.

Standing on unsteady legs, she shimmied her skirt up until the material bunched around her thighs, and her pale pink underwear was in plain sight. She sat back down, grateful that he hadn't asked her to take her panties off, though she felt just as exposed. Unable to resist the lure of Steve's fantasy and the part she was playing, she glanced down at herself, and her face heated at the brazen, wanton display of flesh that greeted her.

He'd turned her into a shameless hussy. And she loved the naughty, uninhibited woman he'd coaxed out of her.

'Are you ready for more?' he asked.

'Yes.' Her voice cracked with the truth, and she swallowed in an attempt to clear her throat. 'Yes.'

'Take the fan you bought and spray water on your breasts, belly, and thighs,' he murmured. 'Then position the fan so the breeze drifts over your wet skin.'

Obeying, she shivered as the first fine droplets of water beaded on her hot, naked skin, both refreshing and arousing her to higher level of need, which she was sure was Steve's intent. She continued to mist her way down her body, then set the fan on the table so that an exhilarating draft of air kissed her bared, moist flesh.

Letting her head fall back, she closed her eyes, saturating her mind with the highly electrifying sensations awakening long-dormant desires. 'Oh, God, this feels absolutely decadent.'

'I wish I were there to see you,' he said, his breathing a bit deeper than before. 'But since I'm not, I want you to touch yourself and imagine it's my fingers, mouth, and tongue on your skin. Tell me what you feel and how you like to be touched and caressed. Make me a part of your pleasure.'

Ignoring the little voice in her head reminding her that she could get caught, she lifted her hand and lightly drifted her fingers along her collarbone and down to the slope of her plump breast, leaving goose bumps in the wake of her slow, insidious touch. 'My skin is so hot,' she whispered, deliberately using sexually engaging words designed to pull him into the carnal image she was weaving. 'Hot and wet and slippery. Can you feel how slick my flesh is?'

'Yeah,' he said, his tone low and guttural.

She let her lashes flutter closed again, imagining he was sitting right beside her, his voice in her ear, and his hands on her body instead of her own. 'Your long, warm fingers are on my breasts, massaging and squeezing them, and your thumbs are flicking across my rigid nipples, back and forth-'

'My mouth is open and hot on your breasts,' he cut in abruptly, reversing their roles and taking over. 'My teeth are teasing your nipples, tugging on them, and now my lips are parting, taking you deep, suckling you hard and strong…'

She whimpered, overwhelmed by the heat sizzling through her veins, building higher and hotter and more intense with every erotic word he spoke. She felt the game careening out of her control… and right into his.

'Your thighs are so smooth. I'm licking the moisture from your skin and using my tongue to taste my way all the way up to your sex. I can smell your heady scent, your arousal. You want to come, don't you?'

Her thighs trembled. Hunger unfurled inside her like a sweet, insistent ache. Pulsing. Throbbing. Demanding to be appeased. It was nearly too much to withstand. 'Steve…'

'Press your fingers to your panties, Liz,' he said, his tone allowing no refusal from her. He made her wait long, agonizing seconds before asking, 'Are they damp?'

Beneath the panel of cotton, her sex was swollen and she was positively drenched with desire and need, and she told him so. 'They're soaked.'

'For me?'

'Yes, for you.' No one else.

'God, you make me rock-hard.' His voice was low and thick, devastatingly aroused and aggressively unrestrained. 'Feel how much I want you.'

She put herself there, with him, and worked up the nerve to be just as bold as he'd been. 'I've got your cock in my hand,' she told him huskily, 'and I'm stroking the rigid length in a firm, steady grip.'

'Oh, yeah,' he encouraged.

'You feel so hard, so hot and throbbing…'

'Yeah, I am. Take me in your mouth,' he ordered in a rough, thrilling whisper.

In their private fantasy world, she did, filling his mind with vivid, provocative details of how silky-wet her mouth was as she sucked him… faster, stronger, deeper. She could hear his breathing grow ragged, and her own quickened, too.

'Oh, shit… I'm coming.' His gruff oath rolled into a deep grunt and a harsh, hissing exhale of breath. Then, a long, low groan of satisfaction.

Liz had been so wrapped up in the fantasy, it took her a few extra seconds to resurface from their virtual tryst. The sensual haze clouding her mind dissipated bit by bit as her surroundings came back into focus, reminding her that she wasn't in an intimate setting with Steve but in a small, warm, dingy room-half dressed and excruciatingly aroused.

She found herself both fascinated and miffed that he'd actually climaxed. Or had he? 'Did you really…?'

'Yeah, I really did,' he muttered. 'And I can't begin to tell you how badly I needed that, since I've been walking around with an erection ever since you left my office this afternoon.'

She knew exactly how he felt, because her body was still in that tense state of discontent, burning as though she were in the throes of a growing fever.

'By the way, your shift is over.'

'Oh.' She glanced at her watch and realized it was three minutes after midnight. Surely he wasn't going to leave her so… unsatisfied?

'I'll talk to you soon, okay?'

Guess so. She blinked, feeling entirely disappointed and disillusioned by his abrupt