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didn‟t come uncorked when it hit the
    ground. She hastily picked it up and deposited everything on the other nightstand
    before reaching for the phone. Thank God, this time it wasn‟t Rory. It was him.

    322-291-0508: Good evening, Celeste.

    Her hands trembled as she read the text message. With a short greeting, the man
    had made her panties dampen and her heart speed up until it seemed that it was about
    to burst from her chest. The usually lightweight phone was heavy in her hands. She felt
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    as if she were on the edge of a tall cliff, searching with her feet for the ledge. She had
    every intention of jumping off that precipice but that first step was the hardest. Slowly,
    hesitantly, she used her thumbs to type back a message.

    Celeste Benning: Hey there, mystery man.

    She fidgeted with the sheets, changed the alert sound on her phone from vibrate to
    a pleasant chime and rearranged her sensual bounty on the night table beside the bed
    while she waited for his response.

    322-291-0508: Mystery man, huh?

    Celeste‟s mouth quirked as she responded. Her heart felt like it was about to beat
    out of her chest and her palms were perspiring. She couldn‟t believe she was really
    going to do this.

    Celeste Benning: What should I call you, then? Unless you’re willing to tell me your
    name.
    322-291-0508: No. Not willing to give you my name…yet.
    Celeste Benning: Well then how will I know what to scream when you make me
    come? You did promise to make me come, didn’t you?

    Celeste‟s smile felt naughty as it spread across her face. She‟d never been so bold
    before, not even with her ex when they had played some of the same sexy games.
    Something was hot about the fact that she didn‟t know who he was, that there was
    never any chance that she‟d be walking down the street and see him and know that
    she‟d said all of these things to him. Somehow the words that were meant to tease and
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    seduce him worked the same magic on her. She felt wicked and alluring and sexier than
    she‟d ever felt before. And due to the fact that she had nothing to do other than wait for
    his next message, she was incredibly impatient.

    322-291-0508: Oh trust me, baby, you will scream for me. Loud and long. But you
    won’t get my name out of me so easily. If you have to call me something…just call me
    Sir.

    Celeste read it and let out a chuckle of disbelief but couldn‟t stop a shiver of
    awareness from skating down her spine. Call him Sir, indeed. The thought was both
    ludicrous and intriguing at the same time and she couldn‟t think of another cute,
    teasing answer to save her life. Luckily, she didn‟t have to because her mystery man
    was moving on.

    322-291-0508: Tell me what you’re wearing.

    Celeste‟s breathing fractured and then sped up. Here was the beginning. She
    pushed herself up on the bed so that she leaned against the pillows, letting her robe
    flow open around her. She gave herself a small pep talk, assuring herself that
    everything was going to be fine. Besides, the “what are you wearing?” question was
    pretty standard. It didn‟t feel that way though. It felt like a big risk to respond. Like
    saying that she was interested and invested in their encounter, even though she didn‟t
    know him.

    Celeste Benning: I’m wearing a pink silk robe and a light-pink lace bra and panties
    set.
    322-291-0508: Sounds beautiful. I wish I could see you. Tell me about how you look
    in them.
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    Celeste sat up on the bed and shrugged off her robe, shivering as the cool air
    caressed her skin. She ran her fingers along the delicate lace edge of her bra and
    thought about the words to describe the rasp of her fingers against it, the warmth of her
    own touch on skin covered in goose bumps.

    Celeste Benning: Well, I’m lying on my bed, candles all around, in my new
    underwear. My bra is pale against my skin and I have on a wispy little thong.

    She hadn‟t ever