Bedding The Best Friend (Bedding the Bachelors, Book 4) by Virna Depaul Page A

He couldn’t be serious. “Now you’re just messing with me, Ryan, and I don’t appreciate it.” She more than didn’t appreciate it. She started to get angry. How dare he play games about something that was so important to her? Was the idea of her being a bad girl that ridiculous to him?
    “I’m completely serious, Annie.”
    “Sure you are,” she scoffed. “This is exactly why I didn’t tell you about my list—I knew you’d try to talk me out of it. You just need to accept that I’ve given this a lot of thought.”
    “You’ve given a lot of thought to having sex with a complete stranger?” he said, his incredulity clear even across the phone line. “Really? Because the Annie I know would never do that.”
    “You don’t know everything about me,” she said. “Maybe I like hot, anonymous sex.”
    “Maybe you don’t know how dangerous the things on your list can be,” he said with genuine concern in his voice. “Have you thought about that, Annie? What if you hook up with some weirdo that takes advantage of you?”
    “I trust my judgment,” she said, even though her belly had knotted. “I’m willing to take the risks. I need to take risks. I’m tired of masturbating myself silly,” she impulsively blurted. But she wasn’t backing down now.
    “Maybe you should have told me that sooner,” he shot back. “Because, like I said, I’m willing to help out, especially because keeping you safe is the most important thing in the world to me.”
    Her head was reeling. Ryan was serious. “What are you suggesting…exactly?” she asked.
    “You and I are best friends, right? Friends don’t let friends stay horny, or put themselves in dangerous situations. You can stay right here in San Fran, and I can help you get the release you’re looking for. I’ll pretend to be your fantasy dude. You do have a fantasy dude, right? Someone you imagine as you get yourself off?”
    Wow. Again with the masturbation talk. But she had brought it up first. Her heart pounded wildly. She had to act calm. Cool. “Of course I do.”
    “Tell me his name.”
    “What?”
    “His name. Who is it? Do you get off to some famous actor or a rock god?”
    She got off to him , but that was the last thing she’d ever confess. “Let’s just call him…Kyle.”
    “Fine. I’ll pretend to be Kyle. Just imagine it’s Kyle whose voice is on the other end of the line. That it’s Kyle who wants to fuck you. And Annie…” He surprised her when he hesitated for a moment, but then he continued. "It’s okay to want to be wild sometimes. It’s okay to fantasize about it. And to let loose with someone you can trust.”
    “You?” she said dumbly.
    “Sure. Well, me pretending to be Kyle. But mostly you. Touching yourself is always more fun when you have a partner, don’t you think?”
    “Ryan…” She paused, not knowing what else to say.
    The line was silent for several seconds. “What are you wearing, Annie?” he asked, a low timbre entering his voice.
    Annie flushed. Her whole body tingled. “I’m not sure I can do this . . . with you.”
    “It’s not me you’re talking to. It’s not me you’re fantasizing about. Now close your eyes and see me. See Kyle . Tell Kyle what you’re wearing.”
    She swallowed hard, gripped the phone harder, and opened her mouth to tell him. She barely stopped herself.
    “Feeling shy, Annie? That’s okay. You can be shy and still be a naughty girl.”
    “How?” she croaked out.
    “Tell me you’re not wearing anything. Tell me your sexy body is lying naked against your soft sheets,” he said in a sexy whisper that traveled right through the phone and down her spine.
    Her face was burning up, and the heat was traveling down her neck into her chest. The urge to answer him, to play, to be the bad girl, swamped her. Could she really do this?
    Could she not?
    She had no idea what to say. Not only was this Ryan, but she’d never had phone sex before. Even at his urging, even with him