“I’m lying naked on my hotel bed,” he said.“With my cock in my hand.And I’m already hard.”Her sharp inhale of breath reached him.“And where are you?”He needed to know.
“In my bed, under the sheets.”
“Naked?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“What are you doing?”
“Just lying here.”
He wanted toseeher.“Tell me about the bed.”
“I have a king-size bed, lavender sheets, and a purple comforter—even though purple isn’t really my color.”
He imagined her there and wanted to fuck her in all that purple.
“There’s an en suite bath to the left, with a big jetted tub.I love to take baths.”
“I can see you there, hands beneath the water.Did you take a bath tonight?”
“Yes,” she said, a slight hiss in her voice.
“Tell me about the rest of the house.”
“It’s split-level.Kitchen, dining room, and living room on the main level; guest rooms on the lower floor; master on the top level with a wall that has small round windows overlooking the living room.”
“How kinky.So if you have guests, they can see you up there pleasuring yourself?”
“Not unless they use a ladder.IfI had guests,” she said lightly.Knox didn’t press further—kids weren’t the point tonight.
“Any pictures on the walls?”
“Yes.A peacock over my bed.I like peacocks.”
“Are you sure you don’t just like talking in general, not just sex talk?”
She laughed again.“Yes, I like talking.”She went on, describing a sliding glass door leading to her balcony.
“You like to sit out there in just a robe, enjoying a glass of champagne?”
“Yes.”Her voice grew husky.“I love the view.”
“But sometimes someone can see you?”He already knew the answer.
“Sometimes,” she admitted.
She liked to be watched.He liked to watch.They were a perfect match.
“Do you always sleep naked?”He was curious about her habits, her likes, her dislikes.
“Yes.”Her answer was too simple, without the depth he craved.
“Are the curtains open?”
“Yes.I don’t like blinds.But I’m high enough on the hill that no one can see in.”
“No one?”
