I texted him.

After the embarrassing way I'd been caught earlier, texting just seemed...safer. It also gave me another idea for a short article, should Aunt Blair be interested in one .

Sexting had always seemed so...dull, but maybe it just took the right guy to dream about. And damn, did I ever have sexting material with Jake. I had every kind of material with the man .

Eying the text, I read it through a second time, then a third time .

I guess you are all smug and pleased with yourself, Mr. KOO (King of the O, in case you couldn't guess ).

My bosses want some articles to post to twitter and Facebook while building up to the next one the magazine releases and they left the topics up to me .

I had an idea about doing Skype sessions and seeing if your prowess can hold up to the almighty internet. Are you game ?

H e'd responded in seconds, saying he was absolutely game. Then, to my amusement and horror, we set the time for nine...tonight .

In an effort to feel like I had some of the control, I'd worn a robe that even I had to admit look hella sexy on me. It was sheer black and through it, my nipples were visible, but only at certain angles. I'd tested it out earlier, sitting in front of the computer, the blinds drawn and candles lit, all the lights turned down low. I'd hoped it would help hide my damn blushes .

I didn't know if it worked, but even I had to admit, I looked hot .

Sweeping my hair up into a loose knot and wearing a simple, short teardrop necklace, I'd kept everything basic, because I didn't know what else to do .

It wasn't like I was trying to make this fancy or memorable for him . I wanted to remember it, so looking good and feeling good was kind of important for my sake .

But when he called, the look on his face...wow .

For one second, that practiced smile slid away and he looked...stunned .

"Hi," I said, my voice husky, both from anticipated arousal and lingering embarrassment at how he'd caught me red-handed earlier .

In turn, his voice sounded oddly strained as he replied, "Hi, back. You look stunning." By the time he'd finished speaking, the dazed expression had faded, and the smooth, easy smile was back in place, but I had the memory .

It was a sweet one too .

Reaching for my wine, I took a sip to wet my throat. "Have you ever done this sort of thing before ?"

"I've got one client." He shrugged, reaching up to rub at the back of his neck. The gesture seemed out of place with him, more of a nervous reaction than anything else. "She's...into this sort of thing more than the actual act ."

I could relate to that. At least I could until he put his hands on me .

"Can I be honest?" Putting the glass of wine down, I said, "I don't even know where to start ."

His eyes dropped to linger on my upper chest, a smile curving his lips. "Sugar, you already did. You answered my call looking like a wet dream come to life, and my dick is sitting up and begging for mercy. You started things just fine ."

"Oh." Blood rushed to my cheeks. Determined not to let modesty or embarrassment or prudery get in the way, I asked, "What are we supposed to do ?"

Jake leaned forward, his eyes intent on my face, as if he was sitting there and the computer monitors didn't even exist. "What were you doing when I called yesterday ?"

"I...you know what I was doing ."

"I want you to tell me," he said, voice gruff, a thread of command in it. "I want to hear it in your voice, see it in your eyes ."

"I was...why are you asking?" I swallowed the nervous tremor in my voice, not even certain why I was so embarrassed, but I was .

"Because...this is how I start. I want to know how and why you were touching yourself. If you came. If you thought of me." His eyes moved briefly to my mouth. "Did you think of me, Michelle ?"

With the way he watched me, I had no other choice but to respond. "Yes," I whispered .

His nostrils flared. "And how did you touch yourself ?"

"I touched me the way you had." My brain, my modesty, rational thought, all of it melted away bit by bit. Without even considering what I was doing, I reached up and cupped my breast through the robe .

"Were you wearing a robe ?"

"Yes."

His voice was raspy now. "Was it open or closed ?"

"O-open." Clearing my throat, I met his eyes. "Should I open this one ?"

"No. I like seeing your nipples peek at me through the black chiffon. It's hotter than hell." A harsh noise left him. "Pinch your nipples for me, Michelle. I want to see them get even harder ."

I did, and I could almost imagine it was him doing it .

Almost. And even though it was my hands on my body, it was still erotically charged, wickedly hot .

"I'm going to tell you what to do," he said, his voice still a gravelly, rough drawl. "And you're going to obey. And by the time I'm done, both of us are going to be ready to come, and we'll watch each other as we do it. How does that sound ?"

Hot.

But I just nodded .

"Take a sip of your wine, but don't swallow it ."

"That's–"

"Do it, Michelle," he said softly .

So I did. I hadn't even had the wine in my mouth a second before the next command came. "You can swallow soon, but before you do, I want you to put your finger in your mouth so some of the wine is on your fingertip. Then you're going to rub your nipple with it ."

My eyes flew open, and I stared at him .

"Do it ."

I had a feeling I'd hear that command a lot .

I obeyed, closing my eyes. The sheer eroticism of it was startling, and when he told me to do the same for the other side, I did it without question .

"Can you imagine me licking it off your nipples now? Nod your head if you can ."

I couldn't just imagine it. I was ready to beg to make it happen. But I didn't tell him that. I just nodded, and when he told me to go ahead and open my robe, I followed the order without comment. "Cup your breasts for me. Show me how you like to be touched ."

His voice, raw and rough, was a guide for the next few moments, suggesting, asking, observing .

I went from tugging on my nipples to sliding a hand down between my thighs to tease the heat there, but once I'd done that, he wasn't content for me to be a silent participant anymore .

"I can't see you now, so you'll have to help me out. My imagination isn't as good as yours," he said, voice teasing. "How do you feel ?"

I lifted my lashes a fraction .

He seemed to be waiting for it, and that beautiful mouth quirked in a smile. "Tell me what you feel like. I want to know how your cunt feels when you touch it ."

The word on his lips was shocking .

"Cunt," he said again. "It's such a filthy word, isn't it? It's short for cunnilingus. My mouth on your cunt. Would you like that ?"

"Yes."

"Then tell me what your cunt feels like. I might think about going down on you, Michelle, but you have to make me happy first ."

I was so turned on, I almost came, my belly cramping with hot, vicious need .

"I'm...wet," I whispered, sliding one finger around my entrance .

"Were you this wet earlier when you were touching yourself and thinking about me ?"

His eyes bored into mine .

"Not...not this fast, no ."

"But you did get wet, didn't you? When you were thinking about me ?"

He would keep on pushing, I knew .

"Yes."

"Tell me what you thought about, what you were imagining ."

My cheeks flamed .

"You're not touching yourself anymore. Don't stop. I want you stroking that hot, plump pussy for me ."

A whimper broke out of me as my head fell back. I didn't know how much of this I could handle .

"Now talk," he ordered, voice hard .

"I was thinking about you on your knees in front of me. I was in my chair at first, and I thought about you kneeling in front of me and putting your mouth on me," I said, having to force each word out .

"Where, Michelle? Where did I put my mouth on you?" he demanded .

"My cunt ."

"Good. Now use your fingers and fuck that cunt, imagine it's me and my mouth ."

I moaned as I followed his orders, doing exactly as he said, clenching my thighs around my hand in a desperate effort to deepen the contact .

It was pointless, but it still felt so good .

"That's it," he muttered, voice raw. "Imagine me there, biting your nipples while you take my cock inside you. Can you feel me ?"

"Yes." The low, raspy sound that came from my throat was foreign, alien to me .

"You're so close, Michelle. Why don't you come for me, sugar ?"

It was like the climax had hovered right there, waiting for just those words before it exploded out of me. With a cry, I came, my pussy clamping down tight around my fingers as I leaned forward and rode them, almost able to imagine it was his cock. Almost .

"That's it. Soon, I'm going to have you riding me like that, sugar ."

I opened my eyes, desperate to see him. He was standing in front of the computer, a foot or so back. His cock out, hand around it as he pumped, slowly. Back and forth .

I licked my lips, and the thought of having him inside my mouth leaped into my mind .

"You look like you want to be licking cock instead of your own lips. Do you ?"

The words made me shudder, and I felt another warning clench deep in my belly .

"Do you?" he barked .

"Yes!"

He fisted his cock faster, harder .

"Keep fucking that hand, Michelle. Keep it up. And imagine it's me there. I want you to think about me being there, pulling you up off that chair and bending you over your desk. I'm going to do it too. I'll bend you over that desk, pull that robe up and sink my dick into you from behind – maybe even into your ass. Have you had that done, sugar ?"

"No." Naked licks of fear and lust tripped up through as I continued to watch him jerk off, and then, I couldn't watch anymore. I came so hard, my lungs shutting down until I couldn't breathe, and I stared, unable to see anything else except the sight of his hand pumping and stroking – and then he came .

Right there .

He didn't even attempt to hide it or turn away .

He let me see it, and I felt an answering clench in my womb .

"Michelle..." he rasped, sinking back down into the chair .

I met his eyes, feeling raw and exposed .

He looked at me, and for a second, I thought I saw something in his eyes. But then he quirked a smile at me .

"That's not a bad way to spend a phone call ."

The screen went blank a second later .