The Touch (12 page)

He pushed away from the doorframe and closed
the door behind him as he watched the sway of her hips and the way
her long black hair slid over her shoulders. She had killer blue
eyes and he pictured how she would look on her knees, those eyes
looking up at him as she went down on his cock.

Damn.
He was here to do services
around the house, not have the house’s owner service him. Although
it was a fucking hot fantasy.

“I have a few repairs and odds and ends that
Henry was going to do for me.” Jett glanced over her shoulder as
she spoke then turned and led him into a living room with three
large windows. She gestured to a couch and he saw three curtain
rods and sets of drapes. “I need these put up.”

“Sure.” Noah stopped in front of the couch.
“What else do you have?”

“A few things other things.” She didn’t avoid
his gaze as she spoke. “There’s a hole in the wall behind the
laundry room door where the door knob went through. It needs
patching and I also need a new doorstop.”

“Got it,” Noah said as they walked through
the house and she pointed out the laundry room.

“The master bathroom’s faucet is leaking.”
She gestured for him to follow her up the stairs and he sucked in
his breath as he caught sight of a nicely rounded bottom clad in
silky black panties beneath the robe.

Noah adjusted his cock while she had her back
to him. He was going to have to hurry through these repairs and get
out of her house before he lost his ever-lovin’ mind.

She stopped at the head of the stairs and
pointed toward a door. “That’s the master bedroom.” She cleared her
throat. “Just go through there to get to the bathroom.”

He swallowed past the ball lodged in his
throat as he reached the top of the stairs and saw that the tie on
her robe had loosened, revealing her cleavage and the smooth skin
of the swell of her breasts, just short of exposing her nipples. He
wondered if she was trying to kill him on purpose.

“Last thing,” she was saying as he struggled
to rein himself in. “I need these pictures put up.” She showed him
several framed photos. “I can never get them to look straight so I
decided I might as well let Henry take care of it.”

Noah got close enough to Jett that he could
smell her light perfume. A mixture of flowers and musk that suited
her perfectly.

Her robe slipped completely apart as she
spoke and his cock went rock hard when he saw the sheer and tiny
thing that was a poor excuse for a nightgown. Her nipples were
large, her breasts full through the sheer black fabric.

“Oh.” Jett gave a little gasp when she saw
him staring at her breasts again and discovered her gown was open.
She hurried to tie it, her red cheeks telling him she hadn’t
realized she was giving him a show.

And it had been a hell of a show.

“Is this what you do all the time?” She
rushed through the words like she was trying to think of something
to say to cover up her embarrassment. “Fix things?”

“I own a construction company.” Noah rested
his hand on the stair railing. “I’m helping out my dad until he’s
back on his feet.”

“Where do you want to start?” Jett said.

How about you showing me anything that
needs to be fixed in your bedroom. I’d be glad to start there.
Noah groaned inwardly. He had to get rid of these thoughts and get
rid of them now.

“Wherever you’d like me to,” he said.

Jett’s robe started to slip apart again. “I
suppose you can start with hanging the drapes.”

“You’ve got it.” He started toward the
stairs. “Just need to get my tools and I’ll take care of it.”

“I’ll be in my bedroom.” Jett backed up, in
the direction of the door to the master bedroom. “I need to shower
and get dressed.”

Just her words gave Noah plenty of vivid
fantasies to dwell on as he nodded and headed down the stairs.

***

Jaymie Holland

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Late for her IM time with Seth, Stevie
climbed onto the mattress of her four-poster bed. She loved instant
messaging with him—made her feel a little closer to him.

She set the glass of wine she’d poured
herself onto her nightstand then hurried to boot up her laptop. A
flare of excitement caused butterflies to swoop in her belly. Seth
was always on time and never made her wait.

His picture on the online dating site was so
hot. It showed him on the beach wearing sunglasses and nothing but
a swim suit which showed off his tanned muscular frame, from his
broad shoulders to his tapered waist and athletic thighs. His hair
was sandy blond but she wished she could see his eyes rather than
them being hidden behind the sunglasses.

She signed into her instant messaging
account, and sure enough, Seth was online.

Hi, babe,
Seth typed before she had a
chance to say hello first. She loved it when he called her
babe.

Stevie couldn’t help a smile.
Hey
there.

Let’s do something different tonight,
he typed.
I want to see you on webcam.

More butterflies flipped in her stomach.
Webcam… She touched her hair. Did she look all right? What if he
didn’t like what he saw? She wasn’t perfectly slender and
beautiful. Would that be a turnoff for him?

She’d never seen him, other than the picture,
and she really wanted to.

It’s time to take our relationship to the
next level.
The message flashed across the screen and she
nodded to herself.

Well, he had to see her someday and might as
well be sooner rather than later. She reached for her wine and took
a long swallow, feeling the heat of the alcohol flowing down her
throat and into her stomach. She definitely needed something to
bolster her courage.

She took a deep breath, set her glass aside,
and typed
Okay.

Almost at once a ringing noise startled her
as it came from the speakers on her laptop. At the same time a
screen popped up via IM, asking if she wanted to accept or decline
a video call. Stevie bit the inside of her lip then pressed
accept
.

A light at the top of her screen came on
indicating she was on webcam. She could see herself on the screen,
but she could barely make Seth out in his video stream. His outline
was fuzzy and his features shadowed.

“Hi, Stevie.” Seth’s voice came over the
connection rich and deep, surprising her. She hadn’t realized
they’d be able to talk out loud instead of typing.

“Hi.” She felt a little jittery as she
responded. “I can’t really see you.”

An audible sigh and he said. “Sorry. I guess
my webcam isn’t working right. I’ll have to take it in to get it
checked out or replaced. We can still chat, though.”

“No fair.” Stevie watched her image as she
spoke. “You get to see me.”

“And you are even more beautiful than your
pictures.” There was no mistaking the sound of appreciation in his
voice and she felt heat rushing to her cheeks. Maybe she did look
okay to him.

She reached over and picked up her wineglass
off of the nightstand, and took another drink, and felt herself
relax a little more. She’d always been somewhat of a lightweight so
it never took much to make her mellow.

Stevie set her wine glass aside. “I love the
sound of your voice.” She bent her knees, resting her laptop on
them as she scooted up in bed, a pile of pillows behind her back.
His voice had an almost erotic edge to it. Sensual and seductive.
Not like he was trying, but more that it came natural. “You need to
get your webcam fixed soon, though.”

“Promise.” She saw his outline nod. “How was
work today?” he asked.

“It was all right.”
Spent the day
daydreaming about you.
“The market is so slow right now that
houses aren’t moving very well,” she said. “But my friend Kerri
stopped by the office and ordered me to go out on a girl’s night
Saturday to a new club downtown called Spotlight.”

“Good for you,” he said.

“What about you?” She cocked her head. “How
was your day?”

“Was in court all day for a particularly
heinous trial for one of my clients,” he said. “Unfortunately, it’s
going to be a lengthy trial. It’s not pretty.”

Stevie tilted her head to the side. “Being an
attorney must be challenging, especially when you practice criminal
law.”

“It does have its own set of challenges,” he
said. “And of course it has its ups and downs.”

“How’s your mom?” Stevie shifted her position
on the bed. “Last you told me, she was doing better after getting
home from the hospital.”

“She’s up and moving about with a walker,”
Seth said. “When I took her to the doctor’s yesterday, he said her
heart sounds great.”

“I’m glad.” Stevie smiled. “I worry about my
parents, but they’re doing well.”

“You don’t seem to be too spoiled for being
an only child,” he said in a teasing tone. “Although I would love
to spoil you. And I will if you let me.”

“If you could make it out to San Diego, that
would be good enough for me.” Stevie shoved her hair out of her
face. “You are so far.”

His tone grew serious. “I’ll make it happen.
Just give me a little time.”

“Okay.” She smiled then took a sip of wine.
“Good things are worth the wait, right?”

“It’s not easy for me.” His tone grew a
little more serious. “I wish I could see you every day. You know
that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she said quietly as she set the glass
aside again. “It’s the same for me.”

After they had talked for hours about work,
family, friends, everything that was going on in their lives, Seth
said, “You and I had both better get some sleep.”

Stevie glanced at the clock. Midnight. “We’ve
been talking for four hours straight.” She shook her head. “Where
you are it’s three a.m. How are you going to make it through the
trial tomorrow?”

“I’ll be thinking about you,” he said.

Stevie felt warm all over as he said the
words. “I’ll be thinking about you, too.”

“One last request.” His voice grew even
lower, more sensual. “What kind of lingerie are you wearing?”

Heat burned Stevie’s cheeks. “Are you
serious?”

“Absolutely.”

She shifted on the bed. “Just a bra and
panties.”

“What color?”

“You really want to know?” She pushed her
hair out of her face as she looked at the screen. “White.”

“Let me see.”

Stevie’s jaw dropped. “You’re kidding,
right?”

“Nope.” Seth’s voice had a wicked edge to it.
“I’ve always loved seeing women in lingerie. I want to see
yours.”

Stevie hesitated. “I don’t know, Seth.”

“Come on.” She could almost see the sensual
smile he must be wearing. “It’s just lingerie.”

One of her fantasies was to have people watch
her having sex with a man. Not that she thought she’d really do it,
but it was a hot fantasy. Being in front of Seth wearing almost
nothing sort of played into it, except she wouldn’t be naked.

Stevie took a deep inhale then exhaled. Why
not?

She climbed off the bed and stripped out of
her jeans and blouse. Cool air brushed her bare flesh and goose
bumps pebbled her skin. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said
as she arranged the webcam so that she saw herself in her panties
and bra in the image, and knew that he could see all of her,
too.

Her whole body burned hot and she hoped she
didn’t look red from head to toe. White and beet red couldn’t be an
attractive combination.

“Mmmmm… Nice,” he said. “Now turn
around.”

Still unable to believe she was parading
around in her underwear for him, she did as he said and turned
until she faced the laptop again.

“Thank you,” he said. “But this time
slower.”

“You don’t ask for much, do you,” she
stated.

“Not at all.” Again she could hear a smile in
his voice. “Now turn.”

Her skin didn’t feel quite as hot. He’d
already seen her once—what was another little turn?

This time she moved slowly and wondered if
she should have tried a strip tease earlier. Maybe next time.

Would there be a next time where he would
want her to show off her lingerie? That was probably a given.

“Love it,” he said when she had turned
completely around. “You are so hot, Stevie.”

More heat burned her cheeks. He made her feel
sexy and beautiful.

“Do you have any other types of lingerie? Any
other colors?”

Stevie left her jeans and T-shirt on the
floor and slipped onto the bed in just her bra and panties. Not
like it mattered, now, after she’d just given him a little peep
show.

“Other colors?” She shrugged. “Just beige and
black.”

“I love black,” he said. “Wear black
tomorrow.”

Stevie bit her lower lip. That meant he did
want a repeat, and the thought sent a thrill through her.

“I’ll wear black tomorrow,” she said.

“I’ll picture you wearing black panties and
bra to work.” The husky timber of his voice told her how much he
was enjoying this.

“What about you?” Stevie asked. “Briefs,
boxers, or boxer briefs? And what color?”

He laughed. “Boxer briefs and they’re blue.
I’ll show you once I get my webcam taken care of,” he said. “I want
to send you something for your night out with the girls on
Saturday,” he said. “Can I have your address?”

Her eyes widened. “What are you going to send
me?”

“It’s a surprise,” he said.

Stevie felt her head spin a little from the
wine, but she pressed him for more information. “Come on. What is
it?”

“You’ll see,” he said. “I think you’ll like
it.”

“Fifty-five twenty-one Crystal Avenue,” she
said and gave him the zip code for her San Diego location. She
thought she might have slurred “Crystal” a bit as a result of the
combination of the wine and being exhausted.