Seduction by the Book. Stephanie BondЧитать онлайн книгу.

      Mark pulled his hand down his face. He wanted to ask Cassie out on a real date, but he’d decided to wait a couple of weeks until the bid for the Belzer project had been awarded. Then neither of them could be accused of impropriety.

      And considering how much she’d been on his mind the last couple of days, that day couldn’t come soon enough. As he sipped bourbon from his glass, his phone rang. He sighed, assuming it was Steve, but when he glanced at the caller ID and saw Cassie’s name, he immediately connected the call.

      “Hello,” he said, trying not to sound too eager.

      “Hi, it’s Cassie. Did I catch you at a bad time?”

      He closed his eyes—oh, that voice. “Hi, Cassie. No, I’m just—” Sitting here thinking about you. “Working on the Belzer project. What are you up to?”

      Her laugh tinkled over the line. “Nothing quite so impressive. I’d like to order a chair, but before I do, I wondered if your offer of muscle is still open.”

      He unconsciously flexed his biceps. “Sure.”

      “Great. The chair won’t be delivered until next week, but they’re going to drop ship it to the curb, and I’ll need help to get it up to my bedroom.”

      Bedroom? His cock twitched. “No problem. Just let me know when you come.” He winced. “I mean…when it comes.”

      “Okay. Thanks, Mark. I really appreciate it. I’m so glad that we can be friends now. Bye.”

      Mark tried to think of something to extend the conversation, but was too thrown by her comment about them being friends to react quickly enough. Friends? He didn’t want to be friends with Cassie. Of course, considering he’d dumped her, being friends was a gracious offer on her behalf.

      When he started to disconnect the call, he frowned at the noise on the other end of the line. It sounded as if Cassie had set down the phone without ending the call. In the background, he could hear her moving around, humming. He started to call her name, but he conceded he liked the idea of listening to her happy sounds, and it dawned on him that he wished he was there with her. He imagined her bustling around, smiling at nothing and everything, unsuspecting of how outrageously sexy she was.

      Then the humming grew louder and he realized with a start it was mechanical, not human. An electric toothbrush maybe?

      But when Cassie’s moan sounded in the background, he blinked. No way…she wasn’t…

      “Ummm…ummm…oh…”

      She was using a vibrator to masturbate. Despite his incredulity, Mark’s cock began to thicken. Instantly he pictured her lying on the bed, naked, her knees open, stroking her clit with the vibrator. He reached under the towel covering him and grasped his hardening length. God, he wanted to be there, plying her with his tongue until she tossed out the battery-operated contraption.

      How did she taste? Probably like her kiss—honey and musk, intoxicating. His mouth watered for her.

      He stroked himself in time with her moans and gasps, so caught up in her sensuous noises that he almost dropped the phone. He kept his mouth away from the receiver so she wouldn’t hear his own panting. His balls began to tingle and he knew he was very close to losing control. He slowed, taking his cues from her soft murmurings. When her cries began to climb, he followed pace. And when she shouted her release with a passion that shocked him, he joined in her climax, shooting his load with a guttural groan.

      He shared in the breathlessness of her recovery, then he reluctantly disconnected the call, lest she realized what she’d done. Shaken, he sat up and drank deeply from his glass. He’d never imagined that Cassie Goodwin was the kind of woman who…pleasured herself.

      Then a disturbing thought occurred to him—who had she been thinking about while she fondled herself? Mr. XXL, or maybe Mr. Platinum Cufflinks?

      Certainly not the man who had dumped her, he acknowledged morosely.

      But he so wanted it to be him.