Free Holiday Man by Marilyn Brant Page B

on, are they, Bram?”
    They were. “Well, uh—”
    “Oh, God, take them off.”
    He did as she commanded. “They’re off. My t-shirt, too.”
    “It’s about time.”
    He laughed. In spite of his lust for her, she always made him laugh. Amazing woman.
    “Where were we?” she said.
    “I was holding your hands and sucking your nipples.”
    “Oh, that’s right. Please continue.”
    “So, in order to get further down, to where your panties are, I have to let go of your fingers. I slide my lips to the top of your waistband where the lacy elastic is pressing into your skin. I bite against the edge of the dark green fabric—”
    “It’s not green, Bram.”
    “Ivory?”
    “Nope.”
    “Yellow?”
    “Huh-uh.”
    “Fuchsia?”
    “Guess again.”
    “ Goddammit , Shannon. Tell me now before I take the first direct flight back to the States to throttle you.”
    A deep, throaty laugh greeted him on the line. “My panties are black. A very sheer black. And you’re successfully pulling them off with your teeth.”
    “Of course I am,” he replied, picturing the said panties and their subsequent removal.
    “So, now that they’re on the floor, Bram, what are you going to do next?”
    “I’m kissing you again. Can’t you feel my lips against your thighs? My tongue moving between your legs?”
    He heard Shannon reply with a sound that could only be described as a whimper.
    “I’ll take that as a yes,” he said.
    After a heated pause, she said, “Yes.”
    And in his mind, his lips were right there, against her pale, moist skin, a slant of light escaping into the room through the closed blinds. He inhaled her sweet scent, as potent from six thousand miles away as from a distance of six centimeters, and he heard her call his name.
    “Bram…”
    He exhaled into the receiver, struggling for his usual control, but his imagination had taken over. They seemed to have entered a new realm of connection together. A place where their shared vision dictated their reality.
    “Bram, I want you inside of me.”
    “I want that, too.”
    And as his cock rubbed against the smooth sheets of the Belgian hotel’s mattress, he mentally plunged deep into Shannon, emitting a sound he knew she’d recognize on the other end of the line as pure desire.
    “I can almost feel you,” she whispered.
    “Use your fingers. Thrust as I do, sweetheart. I’ll tell you when to do it.”
    “Okay.”
    “Okay,” he said, pulling his hips back. Then, just as he was about to thrust again, he said, “Now.”
    She moaned.
    “And now.” He thrust even deeper. “And now. And now. And now again.”
    Her breath caught. “ Ohhh , I—I’m—”
    “How close are you?”
    “Close.”
    “Then I’d better thrust some more.” And he did, telling her each time and feeling her rising heat sizzling through the phone line until he heard her cry out.
    With a sense of concentration he didn’t know he possessed outside of his company’s boardroom, he focused his mind’s eye on Shannon. He let his body follow her lead, feeling her hands clinging to his back, squeezing him as he pumped, until he, too, found his release and called her name.
    Bram had never been a man to shy away from bedroom games or dirty talk, but phone sex with Shannon surprised him by being one of the most erotic thing he’d ever done in his life. And he intended to do it again. Ideally, without the phone.
    “How are you?” she asked once he’d caught his breath.
    He pulled himself up from the now-wet bed sheet and grinned into the receiver. “I’m having a marvelous start to my birthday, Shannon.”
    She laughed. “Glad to hear it. I wouldn’t want to leave you unsatisfied on your big day.”
    “Not possible, sweetheart.”
    She sighed. “I know this is anticlimactic, but I should probably get back to work soon. Maybe, if you want, we can, um, talk again…later…”
    “Yes,” he said, but he knew time differences and his packed work agenda would complicate matters.