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.
“Great,” he said. “Now you need to sleep.”
She felt a yawn coming on and she covered her mouth with her hand. “Yes.”
“Good night, babe.”
“Good night.”
Meet Jaymie
Jaymie Holland is the romantic erotica alter-ego of New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Cheyenne McCray. Jaymie’s work should always be handled with oven mitts!
Cheyenne’s books have received multiple awards and nominations, including
*RT Book Reviews magazine’s Reviewer’s Choice awards for Best Erotic Romance of the year and Best Paranormal Action Adventure of the year
*Three “RT Book Reviews” nominations, including Best Erotic Romance, Best Romantic Suspense, and Best Paranormal Action Adventure.
*Golden Quill award for Best Erotic Romance
*The Road to Romance’s Reviewer’s Choice Award
*Gold Star Award from Just Erotic Romance Reviews
*CAPA award from The Romance Studio
Cheyenne grew up on a ranch in southeastern Arizona. She has been writing ever since she can remember, back to her kindergarten days when she penned her first poem. She always knew one day she would write novels, hoping her readers would get lost in the worlds she created, just as she experienced when she read some of her favorite books.
Chey has three sons, two dogs, and is an Arizona native who loves the desert, the sunshine, and the beautiful sunsets. Visit Chey's website at CheyenneMcCray.com and meet up with her at Cheyenne McCray’s Place on Facebook!
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