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don’t seem to be programmed to respond to that,” he said.
Had she actually shocked him? Good, she didn’t want to be the only one.
Brightly she asked, “Too bold?”
“I don’t seem to be programmed to answer that, either.”
Kerry tilted an eyebrow. “Well, you must know that your voice is amazingly sexy. I probably shouldn’t be saying this, but I have another name for you, besides Jean, I mean.”
“And what is that?”
“It’s Mr. Quick-Where’s-My-Vibrator.”
Was he blushing? Oh, this was fun. His handsome face was now frozen in a perplexed expression, and it appeared that she’d jammed the program. Little Kerry Houston, who’d run from her workplace rather than confront her big bad boss when he had her fired, and who hid from the outside world like a hermit, had just beaten the system! At least she could fluster someone, even if it was only a virtual hunk.
“Let’s take a deep breath and start over, Kerry. Are you comfortable?”
Now he was repeating himself!
“I’m just dandy,” she said. “How are you?”
He didn’t seem to hear her. “Remember the fantasy I promised you, Kerry, the one that could anticipate your every need, wish and desire? I’m going to need a little more information.”
Poor Jean. She’d blown his fuses. “I’m not a woman without fantasies, you know. Listen, I have fantasies. I have a few fantasies that might shock you.”
He appeared to blink and wake up at that point. “Could you name one?” he asked.
“And I love to touch things, too,” she announced. “Do you know what I really love to touch? Buns, behinds, tushies, cheeks. Not that I go around doing that, but they look so firm and springy.”
“Kerry—”
“And my favorite article of men’s clothing? I know you didn’t ask, but in case you’re curious, it’s a belt. Belts are long and leathery and they buckle in the sexiest way. They’re well-placed on a man’s body, if you know what I mean.”
“Kerry—”
“Do you know what I mean, Jean? The place I’m thinking of that belts are close to? Do you have a pet name for yours? I like package, myself.”
“Kerry!”
“Yes?”
“I told you that there are two conditions to this journey.”
“Yes, I remember, that I entrust myself to you, and… hmm—”
“I didn’t tell you the second one.”
“Oh… right.”
“The second condition is that you don’t bluff. You can’t win this game that way. You can’t win this game without being willing to lose it, to give everything away. Do you understand me, Kerry? You have to be willing to give everything away.”
On some level, Kerry understood exactly what he meant, and now he was talking fantasy. She had worked too hard to make herself safe behind these walls. She couldn’t give an inch, and he wanted everything} Dear God.
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Chapter Three
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“Mmmmmmmm…”
“Now there’s an interesting sound. You okay, Kerry?”
“Mmm… mmm… mmm… mmmmmmmmm …”
“I guess that was a yes?”
Kerry sighed deeply and felt a ripple of pleasure spiraling toward her toes. She was draped in her chair with her feet up on the desk, and the desire to stretch was so irresistible she made no attempt to fight it. She didn’t even worry how it might look as she arched her back and slowly swiveled her hips, moving her shoulders in a languid counter rhythm. Another moan slipped out, another contented sigh, another kitten purr of pleasure.
This guy was some tour guide.
He’d suggested a relaxation exercise before they began, and boy, had it worked. She was as flushed and rosy as if she’d just come out of a steam bath, and there wasn’t a part of her that wasn’t humming.
She’d been uneasy about the exercise, especially when he told her that it involved hypnosis and that he would be putting her in a light trance. But finally she’d agreed to do it. This was just a game. What could he do to her, after all, besides talk? But, oh, baby, could he talk. The way other men plied you with fine