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heard the surprise, the excitement, and the anticipation in her voice. 
    “You told me to call if I had any other emergencies.”
    So he had.  Damned smartest thing he’d ever said.  Inhaling, he scrubbed his hand over his chin, praying they were on the same page here. 
    “What kind of emergency are you having, Jenna?”
    “I’m not sure it’s the type of emergency you handle.”
    “You might be surprised at the types of emergencies I handle.”  He heard her breath quaver and then there was a noise, like she was licking those plump red lips of hers. 
    “Well, I’ve sort of found myself in a terrible predicament.”
    “Why don’t you just tell me what the problem is, what kind of emergency you are having, and how I can be of assistance?”  He could think of a million ways to assist her, but he wanted to hear her say it, to ask for it. 
    Her chuckle was soft and low.  “Well, it’s a bit embarrassing,” she stalled.
    “Tell me, Jenna,” he urged. 
    Her hesitation only lasted a second, and then she said, “I’m having a clothing emergency.”
    Dean drew in a deep breath as his mind took him on an erotic adventure.  One that involved Jenna, a sexy red negligee, and a bowl full of juicy, ripe strawberries. 
    He shifted.  Jesus, he was in total fucking agony here.  He tried for casual but his voice betrayed him.  “What kind of clothing emergency?”
    She gave an edgy laugh and he heard the bedsprings sound in the background.  “It seems I’ve gone and knotted the lace on my bustier, and now I can’t get it off.”
    Dean bit back a moan as he visualized Jenna sitting on her bed dressed in a sexy bustier, her beautiful breasts pushed together, her nipples tight, her milky cleavage beckoning his tongue. 
    “I see,” he said around a low, throaty groan.  “Is the knot too tight to untie?”
    “Uh-huh.”
    “Hmmm…” he murmured, sorting through his options, every delicious one of them.  “You were right to call me, Jenna.  This is definitely the type of emergency I handle.”
    “I knew you’d be the right man for the job, Dean.”  Her voice was full of need. 
    Sexual frustration welled up inside him.  Fingers trembling, he balled them into fists.  “I believe the only thing we can do is cut you out of it.”
    Once again he could hear her lick her lips.  “That’s exactly what I was thinking, too,” she replied, echoing his sentiments. 
    “So that’s why you called me, then?  To come over there and cut you out of your bustier?”  For some unfathomable reason, he needed to hear her say it, needed to know she wanted to fuck him as much as he wanted to fuck her. 
    Arousal edged her voice.  “Actually…” 
    “Yeah?” he rushed out, his cock pounding against his zipper, clamoring for attention. 
    She blew out a shaky breath.  “Actually, it’s so hot in here, it feels like flames are licking up my thighs.  It’s quite possible that I set the house ablaze with all the burning candles.  You might want to bring your… hose.”  
    His heart skidded to a halt. 
    His blood pressure soared. His mind shut down. 
    Sweet mother of God and all good things holy! 
    He bounded off his bunk.  “Jenna?”
    “Yeah?”
    “Sit tight.  I’m on my way.”
     
     

 

Chapter Three
     
    Sit tight.
    How the hell was she supposed to sit tight?  In a few minutes, the man of her dreams - or rather, her fantasies - would walk through that door and cut her out of a very revealing, very seductive bustier.  And after she had acted like a sexy siren on the phone, Dean wouldn’t expect anything less from her in person. 
    In all honesty, her boldness surprised even her.  Maybe Megan was right, and deep inside her existed a sexy siren, a wanton seductress just waiting to break free. 
    Jenna’s flesh broke out in a sweat as she paced around the bedroom with her pussy quivering in heated anticipation.  Good Lord, her pussy was actually quivering – in heated