The Favour

“I’ve been fantasizing about what your eyes will look like when I make you climax.”

She was fantasizing, too, and Sierra felt herself slipping. In another few seconds, she would be sitting on the street. She struggled to get a grip.

“Imagine that my fingers are inside of you right now, Sierra. Can you feel them?”

She could imagine it all right, and the sensations that sprang from the image were so real that she couldn’t suppress a moan.

“I’m going to start moving them slowly—in and out. Can you feel that?”

She felt such heat—huge waves of it—and every muscle in her body was tightening, reaching for that promise of pleasure…. In an effort to remain standing, she pressed her legs tightly together.

“Would you like me to go deeper?”

“Yes.” She could almost feel the pressure of his fingers—right where the tension was coiled tightest at the center of her body. She wanted—no, she needed—to be touched right there, at that farthest point.

“I’m going deeper, Sierra.”

His voice was so low, and in response to the words, every muscle in her body strained toward the climax, which built and built until the release shot through her in one, long widening wave of pleasure that went on and on.

Reality trickled back in bits and pieces. Her breath was coming in short gasps, and she was still standing, thanks to the solid door at her back. She felt…weak, but…wonderful.

A car honked on the street. Another answered, and then a third. Sierra opened her eyes to see a man roll down the window of his car and wave a fist in the air at the vehicle in front of him. “You idiot!”

The man in the car blocking the intersection opened his window and made a rude gesture.

As the discussion on the street increased in volume, Sierra became very much aware of her surroundings. She was standing in the doorway of a shop in the middle of Georgetown and she’d just…

“Sierra?”

She’d just…he’d just… Some of the heat in her body flooded her cheeks. “You…I…we just had phone sex.”

“Just trying to make the most efficient use of my ten minutes. How’d I do?”

Phone sex. She’d never in her life done anything quite that…wild before. And it certainly hadn’t been in her five-step plan. But then she’d known that this man would be hard to follow a plan with. And there was a part of her that had enjoyed every minute of it.

She wanted to laugh. “You’re…” She paused to search for the right word.

Just then, she heard an alarm sound.

“Our time’s up. As a speed date, how would you rate me, Doc? And remember that I have a very fragile ego.”

“Right. I’ll bet it’s about as fragile as a steel-rein-forced door.”

Ryder laughed. “Good one. If you were here, you could see me pulling the imaginary arrow out of my heart.”

As the picture formed in her mind, she smiled—until she glanced down at the blue card she’d dropped. Stooping to snatch it up, she said, “I really do have to go.”