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Katherine shrugged.
Whatever.
Computer nerd words
made her brain hurt. “It doesn’t matter.”

Crossing his arms over his doughy chest, he stared at her.
Katherine could see the tiny wheels turning in his overheated brain. His eyes
narrowed and he pinned her with a hungry stare. “Here’s the way I see it. If
Adam didn’t order it and I go ahead and give you the beta, I’d be doing you a
huge favor.”

Uh oh.

“And if I’m doing you a huge favor, it stands to reason you
should reciprocate.”

Double uh oh.

Katherine frowned. “What exactly did you have in mind?”

“Oh, I don’t know. How about a date?”

Every atom in her being simultaneously cringed. “No.” She cut
an unequivocal negatory slash with her hand. “No date.”

“Oh come on, Katherine!” His whine was high-pitched, like a
mosquito. She was overcome with the urge to swat him. “Just one lousy date.”

“Nope.” She headed for the door. She was not—repeat, not—going
on a date with Jack Maris. She’d get the damn software at the frickin’ software
store. Wherever the heck that was. Damn it all. She’d be late for her date
again tonight, assuming she could even find the program. Assuming she could
figure out how to install the thing, but still…

“Okay. Okay.” The capitulation in his tone slowed her
retreat. “Hows about this. You dance with me at the company dinner next month.”

“Dance with you?” The thought made all the little hairs on
her arm stand on end.

“Just one dance.” He ogled the general direction of her
chest.

Ewww.

But still, balanced against the potential bliss she could
experience with Savage tonight, the sacrifice of one short dance with Jack
didn’t seem so steep a price to pay.

Did it?

Katherine crossed her arms, you know,
over
her chest,
and blew out a sigh. “All right.”

“Yee-haw!” he bellowed. He actually bellowed.

“Keep it down, will you?”

“Oh, I dunno.” Jack waggled his brows seductively—well, in a
manner he clearly
thought
was seductive. “It’s hard to keep a good man
down.” He chortled at his own pathetic joke but the laughter petered away when
he noticed Katherine’s expression. “What’s wrong? Didn’t you get it?”

“Yes, Jack. I got it.”

“See, ‘cause that was a reference to my sexual virility.”

“Yes, Jack. I see that.”

He studied her for a minute, his eyes magnified by the thick
glass of his spectacles. Then he grunted. “Are you trying to say that ‘you
can’t keep a good man down’ isn’t a good pick-up line?”

“That’s exactly what I am trying to say.” Gadzooks, he was
clueless when it came to women. Like, really clueless.

“Huh.” He pulled a crumpled memo pad from the back pocket of
his jeans and a pen from his pocket protector. He riffled the mangled pages
until he found a scribbled list and drew a line through one of the items,
muttering to himself.

“Jack.” Ruthlessly, she dragged him back to the
conversation. Well, the one between the two of them. He could finish his
conversation with himself later. She had things to do and was on a short clock.
“Can you install it now?”

“As soon as I’m done with my dinner.”

And on that note, the microwave dinged.

Dinner, such as it was, was served.

Chapter Four

To her delight, Katherine made it home in time for her date
with Savage, the VoIP software installed on her laptop. She kicked off her
shoes, poured herself a glass of wine and slipped into her teddy, all the while
trying to quell the butterflies in her stomach.

Only a few of the butterflies were due to her promise to
dance with Jack at the company banquet—and they were all a little nauseated.
The rest of them were for Savage. She’d done a fair job of ignoring her
trepidation as Jack installed the software and tested it and she’d managed to
distract herself during the ride home by singing all the songs on the radio at
the top of her lungs. But now she was here, nestled all snug in her bed, in her
teddy, with her wine in hand…

Now it was time.

The moment of truth.

Now she could no longer ignore the niggling of panic in her
gut.

She was going to hear his voice tonight. Tonight he would
whisper sweet nothings and groan his delight. What would he sound like?

What’s more, he would hear her voice. He would hear her
moans when she could hold them back no longer, her panting breaths as she came.
He would know so much more about her. She would be so much more vulnerable.

Why did that prospect make her clit start to throb?

Could it be she wanted to be vulnerable to him? Open to his
touch? Did she want to succumb completely? The prospect both thrilled and
frightened her. Not that she didn’t trust him. She did.

It was her own passion she didn’t trust.

She had a history of skulking to the edge of abandon and
then scurrying back to safety. What kind of disaster would it be to pull him
along with her, right to the brink of completion, and then yank him back? She
couldn’t bear the thought of failing him, betraying him like that.

She was so nervous she almost didn’t turn on her computer.

But she did.

Of course she did.

Sipping her wine as the beast went through its interminable
boot-up process, she waited, trembling. Lordy, she was a wreck. She needed to
shore up her quivering courage or she would just reach out and turn off the
machine.

There was nothing for it.

She poured herself another glass of wine.

Thusly fortified, she logged on.

A new, unfamiliar chime sounded and Katherine jumped,
sloshing her wine onto the bedspread. She peeped at her laptop and her heart
pounded. She had a private message. It was Savage. He was waiting for her.

With only a moment’s hesitation, she clicked on the box that
locked them in a room, alone, together, somewhere in the vast reaches of the
internet.

SAVAGE: You’re here.

WILDKAT: Yes. I’m here.

SAVAGE: Did you get the software?

WILDKAT: Yes.

There was a long pause before he responded.

SAVAGE: Are you ready to do this?

WILDKAT: I think so. I’m a little nervous.

SAVAGE: Me too. Get yourself a drink. It makes it easier.

WILDKAT: Way ahead of you, stud. I’m all over that like a
duck on a june bug.

SAVAGE: What?

WILDKAT: Oh, haven’t you ever heard that saying? It’s pretty
big in the Midwest. Apparently ducks love to eat june bugs. They snap ‘em up
like crazy.

SAVAGE: I did not know that.

WILDKAT: Yup. Yup.

Another long pause. She hunted for something to say.

SAVAGE: So… What are you drinking?

WILDKAT: Wine. And you?

SAVAGE: Whiskey. Neat.

It was boring. It was small talk. It was boring small talk.
But they both allowed it. Most likely because they were both nervous about
taking this next, enormous step in their relationship. After this there could
be no going back. This would either deepen their bond or end it and they both
knew it.

SAVAGE: Well, no sense delaying the inevitable.

WILDKAT: It doesn’t have to be the inevitable though. Does
it?

SAVAGE: What do you mean?

WILDKAT: We could stick with the status quo.

SAVAGE: Typing with one hand?

WILDKAT: We could…

SAVAGE: I can’t do that anymore, Kat. I need to hear your
voice. I need to hear you whisper to me as I rub my cock. I need to hear you
tell me what you want. I’m dying to hear you beg me for mercy. Please don’t deny
me. Not now. Not when we’re so close.

WILDKAT: I’m just afraid.

SAVAGE: Of what?

WILDKAT: That you won’t like my voice.

SAVAGE: Do you sound like a cartoon character?

WILDKAT: LOL. No.

SAVAGE: If you don’t sound like Betty Boop or my mom, we
should be okay. Those two voices kind of throw me off my game.

WILDKAT: I can imagine.

SAVAGE: So are you ready?

Katherine sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly.
Ready? Not hardly.

WILDKAT: Okay.

SAVAGE: Let’s do it.

Together, they switched on the VoIP software and the brash
new chime sounded again. Katherine held her breath as a new tone filled the
room, a low hum with a touch of static.

“Hello?”

Katherine sucked in a breath, nearly weeping in relief. No
helium-sucking munchkin, this. His voice was deep and resonant. It felt warm.
Familiar. The word rumbled through her.

“Savage,” she whispered, breathless, aquiver.

“Ohh.” His low moan was like a shard of lust spearing her
womb. “God. Wildkat. You sound so sexy.”

“No Betty Boop?”

“Not hardly. God. I’m glad we did this.”

“Me too.” She was. But she was still mighty nervous. It was
as though they’d never had a conversation before, as though they’d just met. As
if they were starting from scratch.

“Um. How was your day?” She grimaced. How lame was that?
“Sorry.”

He chuckled. The sound resonated and Katherine decided then
and there to ask Jack Maris if the VoIP came, perchance, with surround sound.

“It’s okay.” Humor laced his tone. “This is kind of new for
both of us.”

“Raw.”

“Yeah.”

The lull in the conversation stretched into an uncomfortable
silence. She could feel the connection between them slipping away, overpowered
by their nervous tension. A ball formed in Katherine’s gut.
No! No!
she
wailed to herself.
Don’t let it die. Don’t let this happen.

She said the first thing that came into her head. “You have
a really sexy voice too.”

He didn’t respond right away and her panic surged. When he
spoke, his words sent her heart shuttling into overdrive. “God, Kat. You make
me so hard.”

She smiled, a big, broad, self-satisfied smirk. She aroused
him. That made her feel so powerful. Wicked. “Do I?” She took a sip of wine,
fiddled with her hair. “I haven’t done anything yet.”

“It’s your voice. You could recite the phone book to me and
I think I’d come.”

“Pity I don’t have a phone book.”

“Why don’t you…improvise?” The breathless tone of his voice
made her shiver. She had no doubt he was stroking his cock as they talked.

The thought of Savage out there somewhere, bringing himself
to orgasm to the sound of her voice, made her pussy twitch. She settled back on
the bed and let her hand trail up under her teddy, into the soft curls at the
apex of her thighs, teasing herself.

“Mmm. Do you know what I’m doing?”

“What?”

“I’m stroking my pussy.”

He made a strangled sound followed by a harsh groan. “Kat.
Kat. This is so much more intense than reading about you stroking your pussy.
Hearing you say it makes me crazy. I don’t know how long I can take it.”

She snorted. “You’d better take it, buster. After what you
put me through last night? You’d better not go off all half-cocked.”

“Funny.”

“I mean it, Savage. I want you to feel what I felt. Last
night I was in agony.”

“You loved it. Didn’t you?” When she didn’t respond, he
repeated the question, this time harsher. “Didn’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “I did.”

“Did you think about it today? At work?”

She frowned. She’d been busy all day. She had deliberately
put last night’s tryst from her mind so she could focus on work. “I tried not
to.”

“Why?”

“You know why. Because if I let myself think about you at
work, I’d spend the whole day finger-fucking myself in the bathroom.”

“Ah. Yes. That’s what I wanted to hear. You are a hot piece
of work, aren’t you? You think you’re all tight and repressed, you think you
have hang-ups but all you really need is a man who knows how to give you what
you want.”

God help her. It was true.

“There’s no one like that.” She threw back her head as she
slipped two fingers deep into her pussy. “No one but you.”

“I doubt that.” His voice was labored, rough. “There have to
be thousands of men in the world who could give you what you want. You just
don’t know how to find them.” When she gave a derisive snort at that, he
clipped, “What?”

“It’s not that I don’t know how to find them. I don’t know
how to attract them. I’m very boring.”

“Ah, sweetheart,” he breathed. “You’re not boring at all.
I’ll bet every guy in your office secretly dreams about fucking you.”

She thought about Jack Maris with his nerdy little hard-on
and she snorted again. “I’m not interested in every guy at my office.”

“Oh, really? Is there someone in particular who turns you
on?”

Adam leapt to mind and her heart gave a little flutter.
“Yes. There is one guy.”

“Good. Tonight while we’re talking, I want you to imagine
I’m that guy. Can you do that?”

She closed her eyes, trying to imagine it was Adam’s voice
coming to her over the speakers of her computer. A sudden wave rose within her.
“Yes.”

“Tell me, Wildkat…” His deep, resonant bass suddenly,
somehow, sounded just like Adam. “What would you do with me if I were there?”

Presented with a mind-boggling panoply of options, Katherine
hesitated. “I—I don’t know.”

“Why don’t we start with a kiss?” A lovely suggestion.

“Oh. That would be nice. He has really beautiful lips.”

“No, Kat.” His voice took on a stern tone, one that sent
little ripples through her belly. “I’m your dream man tonight. Tell me
I
have beautiful lips.”

“Oh. Yes.” She made a quick mental adjustment. “You do. You
have beautiful lips. I want to feel them all over me.”

“I would love to suck your lips, nibble on your tongue.”

“And my neck? Would you nibble there?”

“God, yes. Your skin is so soft there. Reach up and feel it.
Touch it like I would touch it.”

Katherine stroked the tender skin of her neck. A shiver
scudded down her spine. “Yes. That feels good.”

“I like it too. But you know what I’d like even better? I’d
like to draw my fingers across your clavicle, over your breastbone. Are you
with me, Kat?”

“Yes.” She was. Every step of the way. Eyes closed, body
splayed across the pillows, with her breasts jutting toward the ceiling,
nipples hard and aching with anticipation. She knew what was coming. She hoped
it was coming.

She hoped
she
was coming.

“Down. Down. Now they’re circling your breasts. But not
touching the nipples. Not yet.”

She stopped just in time and gave a little frustrated moan.

“Oh, you’d like me to touch them, wouldn’t you?” The words
were hissed, rumbling and resonant.

She shuddered. “Oh. Yes. Please.”

There was a long silence before he growled, like a beast of
prey, “God, how I love hearing that word from your lips.”

“Please!”

Loving the sound of that word from her lips or not, Savage
didn’t give an inch. “Please, what?”

“Please touch me.”

“Now, Kat. Can’t you be a little more specific?”

“Yes. Please touch my nipples. Please, Savage.”

“All right. I’m rubbing them gently. How does it feel?”

Electricity shot through her. “Good. So good.”

“But not good enough. I think you need more. I think they
need to be pinched.”

“Ah.” She cried out as she complied, imagining it was Adam
Trillo tormenting her aching peaks. “Yes!”

“My hand is drifting again, Kat. Drifting down.”

“Oh yes.” She imagined Adam’s palm coasting over her ribs,
across her hips and flat belly. She reached below the hem of her teddy and let
her imagination run rampant as Adam toyed with the hard nub nesting there damp
with her arousal.

“Tell me how he’s touching you.”

“He’s rubbing my clit. It’s so wet and hard.”

“I bet he’d love to taste it. I bet he’d lick it.” He
paused, letting her simmer in her own juices. “Flick it.”

She did and cried out at the harsh sensation. “Do you think
he wants to put his fingers inside me?” The question, even to her own ears,
sounded a little desperate, panted and high-pitched as it was. Then again, she
was desperate. Desperate to hear Adam say yes.

“Oh, sweet Kat. He’d like nothing more.”

She slipped one in. Added another. A guttural groan escaped
her lips. Imagining it was Adam filling her up made her buck and writhe. Her
orgasm was so close, she could taste it.

But she couldn’t. She shouldn’t come without him.

“It feels so good,” she said on a gasp. “But do you know
what would feel even better?”

“What?”

“Your cock. In my mouth.”

She thought she heard a ragged whimper over the VoIP line
but he covered it up with a snarled, “Yes!”

“I’d love to suck on your rod. I’d start at the tip and
gently draw it into my mouth, lapping at the slit. I love that little taste of
cum on the end. Then I’d take you deeper and suck, so hard, while pumping you
off with my hand. Would you like that?”

He gasped and groaned. “Yes. Yes.” His voice was hot and
hard and hungry.

“Do you want to come? Do you feel the pressure building?”