Worth the Risk_ A Contemporary - Megan Hart Page 0,84

and forth, watching the screen. He must be having the same problem, trying to type with one hand.

And I lick you, he finished.

Bold. Blunt. Just like Shane. Arden swallowed, hard. That feels good. And then you slide up, over my body, and you put yourself inside me.

She should feel ridiculous or shameful, typing such things to a man who was nearly a stranger. Instead, she felt empowered. In control. The computer gave her the anonymity she needed, the freedom to let go.

A random pattern of letters appeared on her screen, followed by, Sorry. I can’t type and jerk off at the same time.

She laughed, throwing back her head.

shesewsbuttons: Maybe we should stop.

erectorset1241: I can’t stop now, woman. I’ll explode.

Then why don’t you type and I’ll read? She was certain that one-sided treat would be denied her.

erectorset1241: Ok. I want to make you come.

shesewsbuttons: And what about you?

A smiley icon appeared. I’ll take care of myself after.

shesewsbuttons: How chivalrous.

erectorset1241: Where were we? Oh, yeah. I was fucking you.

Yes. She sat back and watched his seduction fill the screen, while she touched herself and pretended it was him.

erectorset1241: I move in and out of you for a minute or two, but I’m too close to coming and I want to hold off. So I ease out of you and go back down. I kiss your stomach. Your thighs. And then, slowly, because I know that’s what you like, I lick your clit. I can hear you moan. You taste like sex and I love it. I put a finger inside you, then another one, and you jump and your moans get louder.

They were getting louder. Who knew he’d be so descriptive? He’d never talked this much to her. Maybe the years had changed him, or the barrier of the computer gave him courage he’d lacked before.

erectorset1241: I’m going to lick you until you come, Arden.

Almost there, she managed to type as her body shuddered. She wanted to close her eyes, but couldn’t miss what he would write next.

erectorset1241: Are you coming?

She pressed the palm of her hand against her center and held it there while her clit beat. She moved. Stars flashed in front of her eyes. She was going over.

shesewsbuttons: almost

erectorset1241: I want you to close your eyes and imagine me inside you when you do. Do it now. Come, while you pretend I’m fucking you.

She should not find the command sexy, but oh, heaven help her, she did. She was too far gone to hold back now, no thoughts of embarrassment or ridicule could stop her. This was better than being alone with her vibrator or her showerhead. Though it was still her own hand, it was almost like he was there.

She closed her eyes and rocked against her hand, thinking of his cock, the length and girth she could still remember after all these years. She thought of his scent, and yes, oh, God, yes, the taste of him. She thought of the sound he made at climax, a half-moan, half-garbled exclamation that had never failed to arouse her.

She came, hand clutching the top of her desk so hard her fingers went numb. For one dizzy instant her head spun, but after a few deep breaths, she got her equilibrium back. She opened her eyes to find Shane’s message waiting for her.

erectorset1241: Was it as good for you as it was for me?

She couldn’t type any other answer but Yes.

erectorset1241: Good.

Arden squinted at the clock, noting the late hour, but was feeling too replete to get out of her chair. Besides, what was the protocol here? Share a cyber smoke? Embarrassment tried to edge into her emotions, but she fought it off. People did worse things all the time, and really, was it worse to be alone in her bed with her butterfly, or coming in front of the computer screen? At least she had a partner. She hadn’t been laid like Lida wanted, but at least she had a partner.

erectorset1241: Can I call you?

She knew it was impossible to judge tone of voice or body language through written text, which was why there was so much miscommunication on the Internet when people tried to joke. She didn’t get the sense he was joking. Instead, an image of Shane hunched over his keyboard, eyes burning a hole in the screen while he waited for her reply, leaped into her mind.

She wanted to say yes. She ought to say no. Arden put her hands to the keyboard, but didn’t know