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This time, when his fingers slid over her, there was no fabric in the way, and Beth arched into him with a small cry.

“You’re so wet for me,” he whispered. His eyes stayed on his hand as he touched her with only the faintest pressure. Then his gaze finally rose to hers. “I read your column.”

Beth shook her head, thoroughly distracted by the torturous brush of his fingertips. “What?”

“Your column. I want you to do that. For me.”

Beth blinked, trying hard to think past what he was doing to her body. The column. “Oh,” she said. “The column!” It had been about… Her gaze shifted to the table next to her bed as he finally stopped teasing her to distraction.

Cairo had written that particular column. Beth had never played with her toys in front of anyone, and the thought was…

“Will you?” he asked.

Would she? She could just tell him the truth. That she wrote only a few of the columns and hers usually leaned toward the scholarly end of the spectrum. That she’d never done this or half the things her coworkers described in their writings. She could tell the truth and let him see the real her.

Or she could just go with it, and do what he’d asked her to do. He looked so stern and demanding as he waited for her answer. And Beth knew exactly what she’d say. “Yes.”

Eric rose up, his gaze traveling down her body from her half-buttoned blouse to her pushed-up skirt. His eyes narrowed at the sight of her exposed sex and pale thighs framed by the stockings. Beth eased her knees a little farther apart.

“Stay right there,” he growled.

Still looking at her, he tugged open the drawer of her bedside table, but when he glanced inside, a little jerk of shock went through his body. He actually stepped back, his eyes widening.

Beth fought the urge to cover her eyes.

“Wow,” Eric said.

“We, um, get a lot of free samples.”

“I guess so. I don’t…” He leaned closer. “Are these all for…?” He frowned down at the drawer. “Maybe you should pick one.”

She didn’t know whether to laugh or hide her face, but what the hell. She was a sexual fantasy, wasn’t she? So instead of grabbing the closest toy and slamming the drawer shut, Beth edged her knees just the tiniest bit wider. “But you told me not to move.”

Eric looked from the drawer to her, and his dark frown transformed almost instantly into a wicked smile that made her stomach twist. He didn’t smile like that very often, which was a good thing. That smile was more than charming; it promised things. Filthy things. And sure enough, he reached into the drawer with no trepidation at all.

“You’re right. You should definitely stay just like that.”

Beth breathed a sigh of relief when she saw what he’d chosen. Nothing monstrously big or festooned with pulsing appendages. Just a simple white vibrator with textured ridges along the underside. She could handle that. Even with an audience.

Beth pretended complete confidence when she took it from him, but a few moments without Eric’s touch and her brain had kicked back to working life. What if she got performance anxiety? What if she couldn’t make it happen? It wasn’t like she had a hundred percent success rate.

But she had him to look at this time. And the hard light was back in his eyes as she turned the dial and nervously licked her lips. And as soon as she touched herself with the toy, she knew she needn’t have worried. She was already turned on. For him. Her body already tight with arousal.

Beth put one hand behind her on the mattress to brace herself as she arched her back. She dragged the cool shaft over her hot sex and whimpered as the vibration pushed brutally through her nerves.

“That’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen,” Eric growled.

Instead of closing her eyes and trying to pretend he wasn’t there, Beth watched him through her lashes as she worked the toy against her slick flesh.

His jaw tightened, his eyes on fire, and her body responded, wanting to please him, wanting to do anything for his approval. And when he reached for the buckle of his belt, every nerve in her body tightened. Her nipples drew to hard buds, her clit swelled against the pleasure pulsing through it.

The belt buckle clinked, then there was the delicious sound of sliding leather shivering through her, nearly as effective as the vibrator itself.

Beth wanted to whimper like a needy animal when he pulled down his zipper. Though she managed to clench her teeth against the sound, there was no stopping her moan when he drew his cock free. He was huge. The skin tight over his swollen flesh. The head already slick with need.

The sight pushed her too close to the edge. She had to shift the vibrator lower or she’d come within seconds. And she didn’t want to come yet, because Eric had fisted that gorgeous cock in one hand, but he used the other to guide her off the bed and onto her knees.

“Don’t stop,” he ordered when her hand faltered and she braced herself against his leg.

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