Passion in the Heart by Diane Thorne Page B

door.
    “Maybe he’s kinky. Who knows? You can find out and share.”
    Gwen strolled into her closet. “Me? Why not you?”
    “I’m checking out the other new guy in the office. John Griffin is the director over IT. He’s older than what I typically go for, but the man has a great sense of humor.”
    Gwen chuckled as she stopped in front of a row of hanging clothes. “Wow, sounds like there were some changes made while I was gone.”
    “We can catch up tomorrow. I’m so glad you’re back. I really missed you.”
    “I missed you too.”
    “I can’t wait to hear about the men you met. I want full details.”
    Melanie had slept with more men in the last five years than Gwen had in her entire life. Usually it was Melanie sharing her wild sex stories. Now it was Gwen’s turn. While Gwen didn’t mind revealing some personal information about her adventures, she’d certainly keep the juicier bits to herself. “I’ll tell you about them at lunch,” Gwen said.
    “Welcome back, hon.”
    “Thanks. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
    “You better.”
    “Bye.”
    Gwen ended the call after Melanie had said her farewell. She lowered the phone and scanned her clothes, trying to decide what to wear. Since she had a new attorney on her team, she thought it might be wise to dress nicely on her first day back. Set a good impression. She looked at her skirts and dresses hanging from the rack. As she reached for the black dress with light blue flowers, the cell in her hand alerted her to a new call. She lifted the device and saw Phillip’s name. Her heart instantly fluttered.
    “Hello,” she said with the phone to her ear.
    “Shall I interpret your last email as an invitation?”
    Although she hadn’t heard his seductive voice in four weeks, she remembered it well and it sent a quiver of desire racing through her.
    “By all means. You are most welcome in my home, and my bed.”
    “Well, now, that is an offer I cannot resist.”
    “Then don’t.”
    “I won’t.”
    She giggled. His playful words and personality made her grin. “I look forward to seeing you again sometime.”
    “I’d love to hear more, what you would do and just how eager you are to see me. But first, how was your trip?”
    She sauntered out of the closet and headed to the chair. “It was good. Very good.”
    “Meet any stunning men that I need to compete with?”
    “Well…” She dragged the word out for added emphasis.
    “Damn it, I knew this would happen.”
    Again, she chuckled. “I met a few men who pleased me well, but I wouldn’t say there’s any competition.” She sat in the cushioned chair.
    “Oh really? They pleased you well. Hmm…perhaps I do need to pop in for a visit and show you how well I can please you.”
    “Is there anything else that might pop up if you visited?” She crossed her legs and rocked her foot gently.
    “Why, yes. Yes I have something that would pop up. I think you’d like it. You did on the plane. Oh wait, I recall you did in my hotel room too.”
    She couldn’t stop herself from grinning. “I remember something hard creating a tent from your pants in your groin area.”
    “That something is hard right now. He misses you.”
    Gwen’s pussy spasmed. She longed Phillip and his rigid dick. She would have loved to have molded her body to his like she had in London and spend all hours of the night fucking. Waking up in his arms as she had before would make her incredibly happy.
    “Tell him I miss him too,” Gwen said. “I’d kiss him if I could.”
    “Is that all you would do?”
    “No, of course not. I’d roll my tongue along his length, then lick the boys.”
    He groaned. “That sounds good.”
    “I’d lick him for a bit then slide him into my mouth. I’d take him deep and stroke him with my lips and tongue.”
    “He’s enjoying the image and remembering the times you did just that.”
    “I want to make him happy. I’ll suck him good and take every bit of him. When he comes, I will swallow