Heat Exchange(10)

"But you'll be frustrated. Do you need to go and take care of yourself? You can go do that."

"Really. I can, huh?"

"Yes. I know I talk a lot. It happens when I'm nervous. But I'll shut up for sure and let you go off and do your, your masturbation thing. You're still hard. You must want an orgasm badly."

He groaned and tightened his arm around her. "Janey, do you want an orgasm?"

She nibbled her lip. "I already had more than my fair share."

"Do you want another one?"

"Kind of. Yeah, I guess."

"You know I want to push my cock all the way in you and fuck you hard," he said. "Don't you?" His hand moved right where she wanted it.

"Yes, but what I don't know is why. I'm not your type."

"Amen." His tone was heartfelt.

"It's too bad, too," she said. "I wish—ow. Ow."

"You're chapped. Just from that little bit of finger play, you're puffy and raw. I'd better leave you alone or tomorrow you'll be too sore to participate." He was withdrawing, getting up.

"Are you going to go pleasure yourself now?"

"I'm going to take a shower. You can take one in the guest bathroom."

"I'd like to shower with you."

"Not tonight." He hesitated. "We'll sleep together, if you really want that. Though you'll be changing your tune soon enough."

"Yes, I do," she said. She looked around for her skirt and found it on the floor. She grabbed for it.

The garment was snatched right out of her grasp. He dangled it thoughtfully.

His expression was bland. "Ah. I almost forgot. Do you remember the rule I talked about in that email? The one you argued with me about?

"I'm supposed to do everything you say having to do with sex?"

"Right. Here's your first order. I don't want you to wear any clothes while you're staying here with me."

Janey froze. "What?"

"No clothes, Janey. You'll be naked. Day and night, all week. Except," he qualified, "if somebody comes over. Then you can put something on. But otherwise, you need to get used to being comfortable with your body around a man. So nothing to cover you up except a sheet or blanket if you're cold. Including shoes. Now I'm going to take that shower. See you in the other bedroom. Naked." He bent down and kissed her hard and fast. "And one more thing, Janey. In case you didn't know it, you were fucking adorable tonight."

He touched her nose and then strolled out of the room.





Chapter 5




Janey hesitated, wrapped the towel around herself, then walked determinedly out of the bathroom.

She paused to get her bearings in the darkness. Although Nyall Anderson's condo had an open floor plan, the layout was an optical illusion. There were more rooms than it seemed at first. Wandering about the periphery of the central living area to locate the bathroom, she'd ultimately encountered three of them as well as two bedrooms, an office, an entertainment room, a utility room, a workout room, a kitchen and a full pantry—which, she took note, was almost empty of provisions—as well as a number of random closets here and there, one almost the size of a regular room. The place was huge.

The light underneath a door guided her to his bedroom. She walked over to it, opened it cautiously, and poked her head around.

"Come in."

Nyall's velvety voice was lazy. Janey squared her shoulders and eased herself just inside the door.

The man was in bed half under the covers, bare-chested. Janey's gaze zeroed in on that unbelievable chest. Talk about different from her own! He was broad and he was long. And hard, hard, hard. A light sprinkling of brown hair decorated those sculpted pecs centered by tiny, flat nipples. The comforter folded down from his hips was black with narrow threads of gold in the style she was beginning to privately call "bold rich-dude masculine."

Nyall in bed was pretty much all she registered, as she was overcome with shyness.

He chuckled when he saw her.

"Take the towel off, Janey."

"Are you sure about this nakedness thing?" she said. "I'm thinking it's overkill. You've already seen—"

"Everything I say—"

"Yes, I know, I just—"

"Without questioning it. Do you remember that part?"

"Oh. No, I didn't remember."

"Take the towel off, turn out the light, and come in to bed. Let's try to get some sleep."

Janey spotted the light switch on the wall, scuttled in front of it, turned her back to Nyall, dropped the towel and instantly switched off the light.

"Nice one," he said dryly. "I have some bad news for you."

"What?"

"I have excellent night vision."

She froze halfway to the bed.

"Though it does take me a few seconds to get adjusted," he allowed.

She practically threw herself onto the bed.

He was laughing by the time she was safely tucked in under the covers on her side of the bed.

From his tone and his mirth, she got an inkling of what his shower had included. "You've already pleasured yourself, haven't you?" she said.

"Yeah. Go to sleep. Try, anyway."

"You keep implying it'll be difficult," she gabbed. "I'm actually a pretty heavy sleeper, even when I'm staying at a hotel. So I don't think I'll have any problem sleeping with you."

"Everybody has a problem sleeping with me," he said. "Including me."

He sounded tired, she thought. She so wanted to wiggle over to his side and cuddle with him.

Her heart was thumping madly, and it wasn't just from the hot, pounding spray of the shower just now or even the pleasant pulses that still rippled inside her from the climaxes he'd given her. She was trying to deal with the unreal fact that she was about to go to sleep next to a man in his bed.

A near stranger.

A gorgeous, beyond-sexy stranger.

One who'd just given her the best evening of her life.

While she was naked and he was maybe naked.

She knew she was going to be awake for hours.

Nevertheless, it was surprisingly easy to get comfortable. The covers were heavy and the sheets felt cool, crisp and luxurious against her naked skin. Cozy, like she remembered from lying in bed at her Grandma Barbara's house as a kid. The mattress was extremely firm, unlike Janey's own bed, which had two broken springs.

It was also wide. With both of them lying on their respective sides, there were still a good three feet between their bodies, not including limbs.

Maybe tonight wasn't the best time to cuddle.

"This is a king size bed," she whispered.

"Go to sleep, Janey."

"Good night, Nyall. Thank you for today."

"You're welcome. And thank you."

She closed her eyes, and that was the last she knew for hours.

***

The sound of a bee buzzing was an annoying intrusion. When a male voice replaced it, though, Janey jerked up to a sitting position and blinked.

There were a few moment's disorientation as Janey looked around in the darkness. Then the surreal sound of the soft voice talking. It took a few seconds to get her bearings in the room glowing with just a night light and faint moonlight from outside.

Back and forth against the frame of the window, a shadowy male figure was gracefully strolling.

"I know," the voice was saying. "Plans change, though. Look, Easterfield's on a better time zone. He's used to the regular disasters, but it's worth trying him. If he doesn't answer, call back. I'll walk you through it."

Nyall Anderson. She was in his bed.

The dark silhouette turned and Janey's drowsy gaze confirmed that the man was indeed buck naked. It was so amazing. There was a naked man in the room with her. A spectacular one. The clearly defined shape of his long form was tapered, muscled and bulging in all the right places. The swell of his sexual organs hanging below his abdomen was very visible, both in shadow and in silhouette. Even in her half-asleep state, looking at him made her feel sizzly and tingly.

"I'd rather you not," he said. "Have them hire one if they think it's going to be long-term. Listen, I want you to email Alfred in any case and tell him he's taking calls for me until Monday. Yeah, I know. But you wouldn't have been able to reach me there anyway, no signal." Pause. "You have a point. Day calls only, then. Six to nine Pacific. Yeah, personal stuff. Thanks, Mary."

"Work?" Janey said, watching Nyall put away his cell. "In the middle of the night on a Friday?"

"Saturday, actually," he said quietly. "Go back to sleep."

"Don't you pay people to work for you?" She yawned. "People like you are supposed to delegate."

"We are, huh?" He climbed back into bed. "Funny, I thought you'd say it should be the opposite for us out-of-your-leaguers."

"You can't do everything," she said wisely. "I know about this. I have to let my assistants take over some of the tasks I used to do or else I'll get stretched too thin."

"Thanks for the advice, Janey." There was amusement in his voice, but she wasn't offended.

"It's for your own good," she mumbled, and then fell asleep again.

***

Janey didn't want to wake up. Lying in bed felt soooo good. Her feet were toasty warm, her lips were zinging with delight, and her nipples felt heavenly. Even the tiny cool drafts that skipped over the sensitive skin of her torso were like sweet caresses. This was the best dream, the best sleep ever, and she snuggled deeper under the covers with a sigh.