Hot! by Iona Blair Page B

line. “Hello…are you still there?”
    “Yes,” he responded wearily. “You already know what I think. Holly is a big girl now, and she’s gone off on a fling with some sexy dude.”
    “I don’t buy it, and you know that.” She felt cold and tired, and just wasn’t in the mood for this kind of crap. She switched on the electric fire and warmed her toes at the grate.“We’ve been all over this before. Holly would never go off like that without telling me first.”
                  “Okay…okay…don’t get your knickers in a twist…talking of which, what are you wearing, sweetheart?”
                  Baxter’s voice was thick was lust and she knew he was looking for phone sex. It was something they had done before, when one of them was away.
                  “Look, I don’t think this is the right time. I doubt I could get really into it.”
                  “It’s what you need, Phaedra. Release all that pent-up tension. Now I want you to lick your fingers for me until they’re nice and wet and then stroke your nipples.”
                  She did as she was told. Baxter’s voice had a hypnotic quality that was difficult to resist. She could feel desire stir in her breasts and belly.
                  “Now wet your fingers again, and this time rub them over your pussy.”
                  She moaned and circled her clit until it was hard as flint. “Are you touching your cock,” she murmured. “Grasp it firmly for me and pump it. Pump it hard.”
                  “Ah yes…yes…” he groaned. She could hear the vigorous hand job he was meting out to his hardness. He banged his cock against the receiver, and told her he was fondling his full balls.
                  She slipped a finger into her pussy and keeping a thumb on her clit, fucked herself until she came. “Come for me now,” she ordered Baxter, and they hit the high note together.
    * * * *
                  Phaedra moved restlessly around Holly’s apartment. From the balcony she could see the lights of Vancouver, sparkling like jewels against the black velvet backdrop of the night.
                  “What happened to you, Holly?” she whispered into the hushed silence. It had been almost a week now since her sister had gone missing.
                  “You might as well come home,” Baxter had said. “I mean, what good are you doing there?”
                  “Try to understand. If I pack up and leave now, it would be like deserting Holly. I know she’s in trouble.”
                  “Oh suit yourself then, but do you think you’re being fair to Ailsa?”
                  “Ailsa has brought in another vet to assist her, until I get back.”
                  “Well that’s hardly the same as having you around. You’re needed at the clinic, Phaedra, and I need you too.”
                  “Look just try to be patient, please. I know it probably makes no logical sense for me to remain here, but it’s something I just have to do.”
                  But if it wasn’t for a certain dishy detective, would I be so anxious to stay, she wondered, as the first streak of dawn lit the eastern sky. She switched on the electric fire and warmed her hands at the grate.
                  Why did this have to happen now of all times? She felt as foolish as a gauche teenager, and guilty too. Not only for the disloyalty to Baxter, although heaven knows there was nothing she could do about how she felt, but to Holly as well. For instead of worrying about her sister every minute, as she should be, her thoughts were constantly straying to Curtis and what she’d love him to do to her. Then she would admonish herself for acting like a bitch in heat.
                  She closed her eyes and listened to the world waking up