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New Game in Town(13)

By:Cora Lee Gill


Time to put her wish list into action with a new leading man.

The ringing of her office line had her glancing at her watch. If she ignored the call and left now, she would have more than enough time for a relaxing shower before meeting her date for a late dinner. Letting the call go to voice mail, Gina began packing up for the day.

Her cell vibrated on her desk again. Looking down, she read the incoming message with disbelief.

Baby, I know that you are there. Answer your phone—Trust me, I’ll make it worth your while. C.

I knew it… Her gut had told her that Connor was behind the texts!

She punched the speakerphone button on her desk phone when the next ring came through, fury making her voice crack. “You sick jerk!”

When she didn’t get a response, she looked down at the call display. Had she just insulted someone other than Connor? Seeing the out of area number, confused, Gina hesitantly said, “Hello?”

“What are you wearing?”

Closing her eyes in momentary relief, Gina collapsed into her chair. “Connor, this has gone too far. Forget the damn list and leave me alone. I have a date to get ready for.”

“Answer my question. What. Are. You. Wearing,” he demanded, each word bitten off with crisp efficiency.

Exhaling in frustration, Gina let her head fall back against her leather chair while she stared unseeingly at the ceiling.

Considering he had ignored her for the last few days, she should really tell him to go to hell.

“Knowing my little Gina, you’ve got on a silk blouse tucked into a tight black skirt.”

Glancing down at herself, she wondered if she was that predictable.

“Undo the buttons on your blouse. Slowly.”

“Connor…”

“Do it, Gina. Nice and slow, one at a time, all the way down until those beautiful tits are exposed.”

Longing. The moment she heard his voice, she knew how this was going to end. There was no denying either of them.

Of their own volition, her hands reached for her blouse, slowly letting one button at a time slip through the holes. Quivering fingers pulled the silk apart, leaving her chest only covered by the thin lace of her bra.

“Look down at those luscious tits. What color is your bra?”

She heard his deep groan when she whispered, “Red.” She could almost picture his jaw clenching as his expression strained with desire.

“Do they feel heavy—are they aching for my hands right now, Gina?” Not waiting for her response, he continued wickedly, “My tongue?”

Now it was her turn to moan in the back of her throat. The sight of her engorged nipples poking against her bra, aching for his touch, had Gina begging, “Please…”

“Wiggle that sweet ass of yours and lift up your skirt. All the way up around your sexy hips.”

“I can’t,” she sobbed.

“Do it, Gina!” he commanded, “Now. That’s it, now strip off that wet G-string.”

Rolling her hips to pull down her already soaked underwear, leaving them pooled around her ankles, she couldn’t help wondering how he knew she was following his every instruction. Well, no surprise there; he was a man always in control, maneuvering her to suit himself. And she couldn’t help but comply with alarming regularity.

“Connor, we’re insane. This needs to stop,” Gina rasped without conviction. “Anyone could walk in and see me here—see me like this.” She hadn’t even locked her office door!

His amused chuckle sounded in her ear, “Not insane—we’re both just incredibly turned-on right now. That’s what makes this so intoxicating and hot, the thrill of discovery…”

“Gina, you’re going to do exactly what I tell you.” Not giving her a chance to respond to his outrageous dictate, he continued wickedly, “I want you to reach down and run your bare hands on top of your thighs, back and forth. I can imagine your thighs quivering, just the way they did when I made you come all over my hand.”

Damn if her palms didn’t climb up her bare legs and massage her thighs. Such a simple gesture had her muscles jerk under what normally would have been an innocent touch.

“Hmmm, by the sound of your breathing, I can tell that you want more, don’t you, Gina? Run those hands up closer, yeah, that’s it, closer…

“Stop! Not yet, Gina. You need to wait for my command before you touch what’s mine.”

Her surprise at his possessive words had her shocked gaze landing on her phone, willing him to magically reach out and touch her through it.

“Now, Gina, now you can run one finger along your slit. Push those soft pink folds apart and feel your juices cover your finger. That’s it, baby, good girl. Move your finger back and forth for me, just up to your clit, but don’t touch yourself there until I give you permission.”