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At the thought, liquid heat curled through her, settling in the exact spot he’d mentioned. To have his mouth between her thighs, lapping at her. Her clit pulsed, throbbing and begging for release. She reached down, stroking herself through her panties again. She had to admit it. The thought of him over there, doing what she was, occasionally rubbing his cock because he was so aroused he couldn’t help himself, provided a luscious lure.
    She typed in a response with trembling fingers.
    MadHatter3000: My panties are drenched. And I’m doing the same thing, stroking myself through my panties.
    BookNerd: How’s it feel?
    MadHatter3000: Not as good as your tongue would.
    BookNerd: You’re killing me. LOL Tell me what you want me to do, sweetheart.
    The term of endearment ought to feel too intimate, strange, yet somehow, it didn’t. It made him feel familiar and relaxed her shaky nerves. It meant for all intents and purposes, he really did understand where her head was right then. The need for this vied with the part of her that was flat out scared to death. He had patience, and she appreciated that. More than she could tell him.
    MadHatter3000: Get naked with me.
    As she waited, thoughts of him filled her head. Standing before her, pulling off his clothing. She scrolled up the page, looking at his picture again, soaking in the sight of him. He had a fantastic body. Were his thighs as muscular as the rest of him? She bet he had a firm, round ass. Which did nothing but fill her head with visions of him looming over her, that hard body pressing her into the mattress.
    The fingers of her left hand found her breast, stroking and circling the distended nipple as she let herself get lost in the fantasy. Her legs locked around his lean hips, his cock pumping into her. God, she missed that, the feel of a man’s body against her and inside her, in a way that was natural, an extension of an intimate relationship, instead of constantly connected to a terrifying moment….
    When she was sure she was leaving a wet spot on her couch, or that she’d start without him , her laptop pinged with an incoming message. She refocused on the screen.
    BookNerd: Done. Your turn, baby. Take those panties off.
    A hot little shiver fluttered through her. That meant he was naked, sitting at his computer waiting for her.
    She set her laptop aside and slid her panties to the floor. Fully naked now and trembling in earnest, with need and nerves, she resumed her seat.
    MadHatter3000: Done. Are you still hard?
    BookNerd. Are you getting any warmer?
    MadHatter3000: No fair answering a question with a question. ;) Actually, I’ve been wet and throbbing since you asked me to take my clothes off.
    BookNerd: Ahh, so you ARE aroused by this.
    MadHatter3000: I’ve been staring at your picture, stroking my nipples. I feel very sexy sitting here, talking to you. You make me feel comfortable.
    BookNerd: I’m honored. And yes. To answer your question, I’m hard enough to hammer nails. The thought of you naked over there does the same thing to me. Tell me what you want, baby.
    Maddie sighed. Another question that was all too easy to answer.
    MadHatter3000: In a perfect world? You’d be here, and your tongue would be buried inside me. Now? I want you to make me cum. Make me see stars, Dave.
    Make me forget….

Chapter Five
    M addie stared at the contents of the small box in front of her. The bookshop was quiet, only the sound of the rain and the traffic out on the street cutting the silence. She’d been sorting through a box of used books when the package arrived via a small, Priority Mail Flat Rate box. The note on top wasn’t signed, but she didn’t need to ask to know who it was from. Dave had sent her a gift.
    A week and a half had passed since she’d received her first message from him. They’d chatted every night since, and every night, he left her breathless, more sated than she’d been in a long time, and usually falling to sleep with a grin as wide