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slammed up against the wall and me burying myself inside you.”
    My skin flushed at his erotic words. Hard and fast against the wall sounded so fucking horny. So damn hot. “Sounds public and presumptuous,” I said as I squeezed my thighs together. A buzz radiated from my clit right through my pelvis and up to my breasts. I squirmed in pleasure.
    “You said it wasn’t what you wanted to happen on a first date and so there was no way it was going to.” I heard him take another slug of his beer. He swallowed, a deep gulp of a sound and I could imagine him licking his lips with the tip of his tongue. Capturing the small, white froth left behind. I want to be that froth.
    “Can I be honest with you, Carly?” he asked quietly.
    “Of course.”
    “You’ve achieved these amazing, superhuman feats on your bike,” he murmured, “and I just can’t believe you do all that with your sexy little body. It’s incredible. I mean, wow! Where the hell does all that stamina and strength come from? You got some revolutionary battery fitted somewhere?”
    I giggled. “No battery.” Not tonight anyway.
    “And no team with you either. I have a ton of guys backing me up, but you, you’re on your own out there, for miles and miles. It must be really, like, impossibly hard. I really admire you.”
    He was silent for a long moment. I stared at my toenails painted pale pink. He was right, it was damn hard work.
    “I wish I was there with you,” he said so quietly I only just heard him.
    “What, out on the track?”
    “No.” He gave a small rumble of laughter. “In bed.”
    “Mmm, I just bet you do.” I smiled broadly. I so loved the way his mind was flowing in sync with mine.
    “Yeah, I wish I was sprawled out on your bed with the lights down low, everything quiet and still, just you and me and the ticking of a clock.”
    I’d pictured the scene a hundred times. It was a recurring fantasy. “And what would you do?” I lifted up my t-shirt and smoothed my hand over my flat belly. Imagined it was his big hand on my flesh. I could sense the rough skin on the pads of his palm now he’d touched me for real and I knew they were there. “If you were lying here in bed with me. What would you do?”
    “You sure you want to know?” he asked quietly.
    “You got me curious now.” I could feel myself getting turned-on faster than I could cycle. But I had to stay cool.
    “I’d savor you,” he said. “Slowly, very slowly.”
    “And how would you do that?” I hoped he’d be graphic. Really graphic and really detailed.
    “I need to know something first.” He paused. “What are you wearing?”
    “A slip,” I lied.
    “Describe it.”
    “It’s shiny black, very small and incredibly short.” I poked a finger through a ragged hole in the hem of my t-shirt. “The silk is so sheer your hand would slide over it as if it wasn’t there.” I tugged my finger and made the hole half an inch bigger.
    “It sounds perfect. How short is it?”
    “Well, if I bent over and touched my toes, you’d see my entire butt.” I felt a flush of excitement travel up my chest. “My entire naked butt.”
    “Take it off.” He took another gulp of his beer.
    “Now?”
    “Yeah, now.” His voice was tight. My black slip and naked butt had clearly hit the spot.
    “Okay, hang on.” I set down the phone, pulled off my t-shirt and tossed it on the floor.
    I picked the phone back up.
    “Are you naked now?” he asked.
    “What do you think?”
    “Honey, if I shut my eyes I can see you sprawled out on a bed, shadows licking over your body and those tempting little tits poking out at me.”
    My nipples puckered just at the way he said “tits”. All long and drawling and he stretched out the “s” like a hiss. I snaked my hand upward and cupped my right breast. My nipple poked against my palm like a bullet. “So what would you do?” I asked.
    “I’d cup your tit in my hand. Your right tit.”
    I gave myself a little squeeze and