Free The Deviant Underground (Time Bandit) by Elisabeth Roseland Page B

complying. She didn’t hear anything or feel anything during the few seconds of silence. She then heard Charge say, “Open them.”
    Kathryn opened her eyes. Charge was now sitting across the room in the chair. She was about to ask what the big deal was when she realized that Charge was also still sitting next to her. Kathryn practically fell off the couch in shock. “What the hell?”
    Both Charges laughed at Kathryn’s reaction. Kathryn’s eyes darted back and forth between the two of them. They were identical down to the clothes they were wearing. “I don’t . . .” Her voice trailed off. She didn't know what to say.
    The Charge across the room finally spoke. “It’s a suggestion.” Kathryn frowned. He continued, “I planted a suggestion in your head that you’re seeing Charge sitting here.”
    “So, you’re still Susan,” Kathryn said cautiously.
    Charge nodded his head and smiled the same disarming smile that Kathryn had grown so fond of. “Very much so.” He explained, “You just think you’re seeing Charge.”
    “And hearing him,” Kathryn said in amazement. “Unbelievable.”
    Both Charges laughed again. The real one at her side placed his hand warmly on hers.
    “See,” he said. “We're both like you.”
    Kathryn nodded, now beginning to understand the magnitude of what had transpired that evening. She looked across the room; Susan was back, her familiar blue eyes sparkling. Suddenly, Kathryn didn't feel so alone.
    She finally spoke, “So what now?”
    “Now?” Susan grinned from ear to ear. “The fun begins.”

Chapter Nine
    The sex that night was unbelievable. Normally emotionally cautious and reserved, Kathryn finally felt free to let go and be who she really was—passionate, giving, enthusiastic, open. Charge responded in kind, matching each of her probing kisses, caressing her lovingly, and seeking to make every move and every touch pleasurable. Kathryn felt herself inching closer and closer to orgasm when that familiar tingling sensation began in her midsection and flowed warmly down to her toes and up to her head.
    Her eyes snapped open in realization. “YOU are doing that!”
    Charge’s face was inches from hers; he smiled slowly as he kissed her lightly on her neck. “It’s about time you figured that one out,” he whispered.
    Kathryn groaned with pleasure. “You're an asshole for not telling me,” she gasped.
    He laughed his deep, sensual laugh. “I almost did, once,” he admitted, “but you weren’t ready to hear the truth.” He ran his soft hand down her body, and the unique electric warmth emanated from it.
    “Mm . . . Charge,” she whispered. “The perfect nickname. Let me see you do it.” She could barely get the words out as her body involuntarily responded to Charge’s electrifying touch.
    “Okay.” Charge kissed her lips softly. “Watch.” He held one of his hands a few inches from her chest. In an instant, a network of static electricity appeared, flashing as it danced between his hand and her body. Kathryn felt its erotic warmth. It sent sparks of pleasure traveling from her head to her toes. She arched her back, and her eyes rolled back in her head. It felt so good that she was unable to speak; all she could do was sigh.
    When they were both done, they lay in each other’s arms, gasping from all of the expended energy. Kathryn’s heart beat furiously in her chest, and she struggled to calm her breathing and to bring her heart rate down. Something was happening to her. Instead of her body relaxing after such an incredibly erotic experience, her body tensed up. Her blood pumped, and beads of perspiration formed on her forehead. The pounding in her head drowned out the other sounds in the room—Charge’s slow and easy breathing and the pulsating murmur of the ceiling fan. Kathryn rolled over and put her back to Charge. She wanted to get up but didn’t have the energy to. She was afraid that if she did rise to her feet that she would pass out.