Page 65 of Passionate Defense

“Lanie, are you still there?”

“I’m here,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“Are you okay?”

“Um...” She actually croaked this time and cleared her throat before she answered. “Not really.”

He chuckled. “Did you think of something wicked to do to me?”

“Darn you, Ethan. I have court in an hour.”

“And that’s a problem because... Let me guess. You’re wet.”

More silence was his answer. He grinned. “I’ll take that as a yes. Tell me about it.”

“No,” she grumbled. “I’m going to have to start carrying a change of panties in my purse.”

“I see. You’ve got the dirty mind, but it’s all my fault?”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry, Lanie.”

“You should be.”

“Not for your wet panties,” he clarified. “Because you’re going to lose this bet.”

“Crap, I already forgot it was a bet.”

“Tell me what you were thinking.”

“No.”

“If I guess, will you tell me?”

He thought he heard a soft laugh before she quipped, “Probably not.”

“Then I’ll guess anyway. You imagined tying me to the bed and licking me until I can’t stand it, making me wait to come until I beg for it like I do to you.”

“Ethan!”

“Or maybe you want to straddle my shoulders—with me still tied, of course—and ride my tongue until you come.”

“I have to go.”

“You could demand that I come to your office, get on my knees beneath your desk, naked, of course, and pleasure you with my tongue. All...day...long.”

“I’m hanging up now. I’ve got to run by the store on my way to court.”

“What for?” Although he could guess, he waited expectantly with a broad grin.

“To buy more damn panties, you evil man.”

“Lanie?”

“What, honey? I really have to go.”

“Did I distract you?”

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