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getting hard just listening to you breathe.”
    God, the sound of his voice! It was making her crazy. That and the way he was in total command, even now over the phone. And the pictures were making it even hotter.
    “What’s next?” Cam asked.
    She turned the page. This one was even better. She pressed her whole hand against her mound. “It’s a woman bent over a bench of some sort. She’s naked except for a collar of twining twigs and leaves around her neck. There’s a naked man behind her.” She had to pause to take a breath. She couldn’t believe how it made her feel to talk about it. Her hand was still pressed to her sex, putting pressure on her pounding clit.
    “The man is…holding his cock in one hand while he sweeps a flogger over her ass.”
    “I’m holding my cock, too,” Cam murmured. “Holding it and stroking it. I’m imagining it’s your hot little mouth on me. I’m so hard. I want to touch you, to fuck you. I want you to move your hand for me. Massage your clit the way I know you like it.”
    Jillian pressed into her mound, grinding against the throbbing heat. The image Cam had created was almost too much for her. Cam with his big, beautiful cock in his hand. Moving his tightened fist up and down the length of his shaft. The head of his cock would be big and flushed with blood, fully engorged. Her mouth watered and her body flamed with desire. She focused on the swollen cock in the picture, on the sight of the flogger against the woman’s porcelain and innocent-looking skin.
    “Tell me more,” Cam said.
    “They’re both very beautiful. And the skin on her ass is red and welted.”
    “Yours will be, too, someday. I want to flog you, baby. Would you like that?”
    “Yes, Cam!”
    “Keep looking. Imagine that it’s me with that flogger, with my cock in my hand.” His voice was rough with lust. “And I want you to spread for me, honey. Spread your legs and put your fingers inside yourself. Do it.”
    She leaned back in her chair and spread her legs, then moved her hand down to press two fingers into her wet folds, still rubbing her clit with the heel of her hand.
    She was only marginally aware of her short, panting breaths as she worked herself. Her hand moved faster and faster, and her orgasm began to bear down on her like an approaching freight train.
    “Come on, honey. Push them in deeper, faster. I want you to come. I can tell you’re close. And I’m so damn hard for you. I’m going to come soon. I want to fuck you, and I will, later. But now, come for me.”
    “Jillian?” Her secretary Marie’s voice came loud and clear through the door, followed by several sharp raps.
    “Oh, my God,” Jillian breathed into the phone. “Somebody’s at my door. It must be important to disturb me.” She was already pushing her skirt back down over her thighs.
    “Damn.” Cam gave a short laugh.
    “I know!” Her whole body was still buzzing.
    “Jillian?” Marie again. “There’s a client here to see you. I tried to buzz you but you didn’t pick up.”
    “Be right there!” She got out of her chair, smoothed her hair. “Sorry, Cam. I really have to go.”
    “We’ll have to make it up to each other later. Meet me at Fiorello’s after work for dinner.” It was their favorite Italian restaurant, the best in Seattle. “I’ll meet you there at six-thirty. Be ready to celebrate.”
    “Celebrate?”
    “We have something to celebrate, don’t you think?”
    Jillian smiled. “Yes. Yes, I do.”
    They were getting their marriage back, if last night and today were any indication. And perhaps even more important, and crucial to the marriage, as well, she was getting herself back.
     

     
    The restaurant was dimly lit, the glow of the candles burning on each small, round table accented by light sconces on the walls. The décor was classically Italian, with heavy red curtains draping the windows, the walls accented by Roman-style pillars. Everything was accented here and there in gold: