breathe. âNow Iâm disappointed. I was hoping you were tossing and turning in bed, thinking about me and wondering what I might be able to do about your restlessness.â
âIââ I shook my head. I was restless. How had he known? Was I really this transparent with him?
âIf youâre interested in a bedtime story, Iâd be happy to make one up for you,â he taunted in his sexy voice. âBut be forewarned: Itâs no sweet, innocent fairy tale.â
Of course not. Because you are the devil.
A hotter than hell one at that.
âIâll pass on the story,â I said. Coward. âIs your site scheduled for maintenance tonight?â
âNot that Iâm aware of,â he told me, the discontent over my avoidance thick in his tone. I heard his fingers click on the keyboard, so he must be in his office. Or he could be working on a laptop at home. I almost asked but pressed my lips together to keep from sounding as though I were stalking him. âThatâs weird,â he muttered. âItâs solid black.â
A crack of thunder made me jump. Rain pelted the windows. All I needed now was a terrifying flock of ravens perched on the tree limbs outside and I could call it a day.
I said, âThere was an Under Construction tag with some digits at the bottom, but they only flashed a few times before trickling away.â
âDigits? Do you remember what they were?â
âNot really. Started with a fiveâ¦â
He fell silent again. Tension arced between us. I could feel him brooding. Could picture the furrowed brow and the clenched jaw. Something definitely was not right with the problems at 10,000 Lux.
âOne more complication?â I ventured.
âIâll get it fixed in the morning.â His tone was still low and sexy but decisive. âNow, about the job. Say, Yes, itâs everything Iâve ever wanted, and then we can wrap up the business portion of this call.â
That spark only he could ignite made my clit tingle. The ache inside me sprang to lifeâan incessant need that consumed me. A demanding, erratic pulsing in my core that would only intensify if I stayed on the phone with him.
âAri,â he said, his tone coaxing. âWhatâs the point in stalling? What more can I offer to make you agree?â
âNothing,â I told him. âEverything youâve put on the table is ⦠perfect. Yes, everything Iâve ever wanted. The rest, â as heâd termed it during dinner the night before, âis something entirely different.â
âIâve explained about Mikaela. And Iâve been patient with you. You canât expect me to wait forever.â
âDane, weâve known each other for, like, two weeks.â
âYes,â he said, the sound of his laptop snapping closed and him settling into a chair or sofa echoed his frustration. âAnd I havenât laid a hand on you. Thatâs killing me, Ari.â
Exhilaration shot through me. The throbbing in my pussy had me squeezing my legs together.
âDane,â I grumbled. God, he lit me up so easily. Too easily.
âTell me what you sleep in.â
My eyelids closed tightly as magma started to flow in place of blood.
âAri,â he prompted, a hint of need edging his voice, tearing at me. âGive me something to work with here.â
My cheeks warmed. âNothing provocative, sorry. Iâve got on a faded Edmonton Oilers T-shirt, ripped at the neck.â
âMm.â He sounded a bit more satisfied. âNumber?â
âNinety-nine, of course.â
âThe Great One. Wayne Gretzky. I wouldnât take you for a hockey fan.â
Shoving thoughts of how much more thrilling a response someone like Mikaela Madsen would give to his question, I stood and flipped off the light switch, then returned to the living room. The storm was a bad one, and it made me a little nervous as I
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