Come and Get It by Beyond the Page Publishing

Rose. Sitting behind you with my hands stroking your
pretty pink pussy. I slide a finger into all that heat. Can you do
that, baby?” She moaned. “That’s good. Now another one. Mmm. That’s
good, isn’t it? Pump those fingers, sweetheart. Is it good,
Rose?”
    “ Yes. Yes, it’s good but
I—”
    “ You need more.”
    “ More,” she whispered,
completely lost in Quin’s erotic manipulations.
    “ See if you can scoot a
little closer to the jet. Get your clit as close as you can, until
that water’s pounding against it like it was my tongue. That’s
what’s going to happen when I get back, Rose. I’m going to strip
you naked and lay you out on that bed. Touch you. Fuck
you.”
    “ Oh, God.” Dixie’s entire
body throbbed with the need to come.
    “ That’s right, baby. Fuck
yourself. Jam those little fingers into your pussy and fuck
yourself like I’d fuck you. Feel that hot water tapping your clit.
It’s so swollen, so sensitive. Get as close to the jet as you can,
baby.”
    “ Oh. Oh.” Her hips jerked
and she shouted, “Shit.”
    “ Again, Rose.”
    She raised her hips, the powerful jets
pummeling her clit. “Gah . . . ah . . . ah, Jesus!” Her body
shuddered with every jolt from the pulsating jets. Water splashed
over the side of the tub as she came.
    Dixie could hear Quin’s heavy
breathing over the speaker, then a muted shout indicating he’d
found his own release.
    “ You okay, baby?” he asked
as she sank down into the tub again.
    Dixie giggled. “I swear. I think my
knees are probably jelly right now.”
    “ Well, you enjoy the rest
of your bath, sweetheart. I have to go . . . er . . . clean up. And
Rose? I’ll see you when I get back.”
    Dixie disconnected and tossed the
phone on the floor. She ducked under the water and came up, wiping
water from her face. She flipped the lever and let the tub drain as
she used the handheld shower to rinse the bubbles from her hair and
body, then she stepped from the tub and wrapped a towel around her.
She doubted she’d get much sleep tonight. Damn Quin Halladay and
the feelings he was stirring up. He was going to turn her into a
sex maniac if she didn’t watch out. Laughing, she wrapped a towel
around her head and padded to the bedroom. She had no plans for the
night so she pulled on a nightgown and flipped on the television,
searching for a movie.
     
    * * *
     
    Quin stepped out of the shower and
wrapped a towel around his waist. He smiled, thinking about his
phone call with Rose. Seemed like his little Texas beauty had a bit
of an adventurous streak after all, and damned if he didn’t find
the idea intriguing. What else could he talk her into? Would she
agree to some mild bondage? His cock stirred just thinking of Rose
tied to the bed, completely open to whatever he wanted to
do.
    There were any number of things he’d
like to introduce her to—sex in the powder room of a fancy
restaurant. Sex in an elevator with the stop button pulled. Toys.
He’d like to buy some toys and teach her how to use them, to watch
as she brought herself to orgasm. Would she go for anal sex? He
chuckled aloud. Probably not. But then, who knew? Maybe she’d
already tried it with her much-lauded late husband.
    Thoughts of the dead husband brought a
scowl to his face. He hadn’t liked it a bit when she’d called out
the other man’s name when he was fucking her. It had felt like a
betrayal, something he should have been used to considering the
type of women he spent time with. Women who were always on the
lookout for someone better, someone richer or better connected.
Women like Chloe Halstad, the one woman he’d allowed himself to
believe in, to love. Women like his mother, who preferred young,
ripped pool guys. Hadn’t he watched dear Mom fuck her way through
the nearly endless supply of young studs. All of them with an eye
toward making it big in Hollywood, all of them looking for a
patroness to take care of them.
    Quin had watched as time and again,
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