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worst from men. Even after Paula was gone, Kerry could hear her mother’s warnings, but she didn’t want to believe them. She’d had hope and her whole life ahead of her. Without realizing it, Kerry had desperately wanted Brad to prove her mother wrong—and to prove to Kerry that she was worth loving.
After that it was users and losers, men who confirmed what her mother had told her. She might not have consciously known it, but Kerry was afraid to take another risk on a good guy and have her heart broken again. It was easier to lock herself off, and when she did become involved, it was with men who acted exactly the way she expected— and believed she deserved.
With a romantic past like hers, Kerry hadn’t spent a lot of time thinking about orgasmic experiences of any kind. But something had happened here today, something incredible. It felt like someone had switched bodies on her. She tried to bring back a detail or two of the experience, but the only thing she could remember were the feelings. Such wild-ness.
“ Zhhaa —?” She was trying to say his name, but her voice cracked, and she couldn’t clear away the raspiness. Where was her tea? One eye blinked open, and she spotted the cup of Quiet Woman on her desk. Nope. Too far.
“Yes, Kerry?”
“Did anything unusual happen while I was under?”
“Other than the noises?”
Ah, yes, the noises. Kerry could feel one building in her throat now. She tried to stop it, but her eyelids fluttered, and she flushed even warmer, if that was possible.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmrnm… oh, my… oh…”
“Kerry?” The noise he made was husky with disbelief. “Does that feel as good as it sounds?”
“Better,” she whispered, “oh, much better. It feels like I want to take my clothes off. I swear it does. Isn’t that amazing?”
She laughed and flopped her arms wide. “I’m the original abominable snow woman.”
“Original, maybe. Abominable, never.”
“Ohhhhhhhhhh, Jean, that is sooo sweet. You’re just an old sweetie pie, that’s what you are. And I’m just so warm and breathless. You wouldn’t mind, would you?”
“Wouldn’t mind?”
“If I took something off?” He’d told her not to bluff, but she wasn’t bluffing now. She was glowing, alive, and not the tiniest bit afraid.
“I don’t think—”
“Oh, right, I’ll bet you’re not programmed to answer that, are you?” She sighed. “Oh, well, it’ll be okay. You can’t see me anyway… can you?”
He took too long to answer so she hiked up her heavy fleece dress and purposely flashed some leg as she peeled off one sweater sock. It was the blind man test. If she did something startling right in front of him and got no response, he probably couldn’t see her. Or he was a very smart man.
“Jean?”
Nothing. Maybe one sock wasn’t startling enough. She pulled off the other one and dangled the pair in front of the screen, wondering how he’d managed to turn her drafty old town house into a sauna—and her into an exhibitionist.
Not a twitch from the man. She had to bend forward to get a closer look at the screen, but she couldn’t detect any signs of life at all, even simulated ones. At the very least his eyes should be dilating. Maybe the computer was frozen.
“That didn’t bother you, did it?” she asked. “By any chance?”
“Bother me? What was it that should have bothered me?”
“Uh… nothing.” At least she knew he was there, but she still had no idea whether he could see her or not. He might have been probing for information. This was becoming a challenge.
“Excuse me, then,” she said, “while I finish with this activity that isn’t bothering you.”
His sexy mouth hinted at a smile. “Don’t mind me.”
A definite challenge. Her mind was generating enough watts of suspicion to light up the neighborhood, but she could not crack this guy’s code. Unfortunately, she was really glowing now. Some might have called it perspiring.
Off with the dress, Alice.
Years of use had made the