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she turned her head. Standing out on her screen was a picture. In it, he appeared to be seated on a white couch, or perhaps a chair. He hadn’t included his face. It was a picture from the neck to the waist, but it gave her an unprecedented view of his body.
    She was sure her mouth had to be hanging open or that drool dripped off her chin, because for a moment, all she could do was stare. He had strong, thick shoulders and beefy pecs. The muscles of his abdomen were well-defined without being body builder obnoxious. His biceps were firm and well rounded. Oh, yeah. Christina definitely had good taste.
    He also had a tattoo. A beautiful orange and gold phoenix covered his left pectoral muscle, rising out of orange flames and gray ash. One wing disappeared over the top of his shoulder, no doubt spilling down his shoulder blade. The tail ran down his arm. It stood out on his tanned skin, yet it wasn’t flashy. The phoenix stood for rebirth, rising from the ashes. The thought of which did nothing but fill her with an overwhelming need to know the story behind it.
    Pulled by the power of him, she moved to the couch and sat, her fingers trembling with a heady dose of arousal. Her head filled with erotic visions of him. If Dave were here, she could definitely see herself climbing that hot body….
    MadHatter3000: Not bad.
    BookNerd: lol Do I meet with your approval?
    MadHatter3000: You’ll do. ;) May I ask another question?
    BookNerd: Ask away.
    Maddie hesitated, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. Memories flooded her mind. Similar chats with Grayson…Lonely nights when she’d been too shy to tell him, too, what she wanted. He’d coaxed them out of her gently with a husky, “Tell me what you’re wearing, baby…”
    She shook off the memories and refocused on the picture. He wasn’t Grayson.
    MadHatter3000: Are your nipples sensitive?
    BookNerd: Very.
    Maddie stifled a groan. Drawn in by him, by the intimacy of the moment, of the question, her fingers kept typing. God, this was too easy. Surely that had to be a bad sign.
    MadHatter3000: I love a man with sensitive nipples. Do you like them licked, sucked, pinched…?
    BookNerd: Yes. ;) It’s your turn, sweetheart. Shirt. Off, please.
    Maddie stared at the screen. Heat shivered across the surface of her skin. How was it that such a simple demand could be so sexy? Was this what Hannah had meant? What she’d had with Cade? Maddie had to admit it was arousing as hell. Such a simple thing yet so…powerful. Her nipples tightened almost painfully, aching for the stroke of his fingers, which drew up images of his hands. They weren’t showing in the picture. Were they smooth and soft? Or rough with callouses?
    Mind made up, she set her laptop aside and stood. She could do this. Gripping her T-shirt by the hem, she whipped it off her head and dropped it the floor at her feet. Cool air rushed over her skin, and an ultra-vulnerable sensation twisted through her. She sat again and reached for her keyboard. It wasn’t like he could see her, but that’s what it felt like. Like she was getting naked in front of a lover for the first time.
    MadHatter3000: Ok.
    BookNerd: God, do you know how sexy that is? And? How do you feel?
    MadHatter3000: Honestly? Feels a little strange sitting here by myself, half naked.
    BookNerd: You’re not alone, sweetheart. I’m right here with you.
    God, how she wished he was….
    MadHatter3000: May I ask what you’re doing? Are you…
    She couldn’t bring herself to finish the sentence. It wasn’t like she’d never done this before, but it still seemed too bold to ask a relative stranger.
    BookNerd: Stroking myself? I’ll admit I’ve rubbed myself through my pants, but no. It would be rude to start without you. ;) It’s killing me, because I can’t help imagining that patch of red curls between your thighs. I want to bury my face there and taste you. Inhale your aroma and stroke that sopping pussy with my tongue. You wet, sweetheart?
    Oh God.