Free Jane Shoup by Desconhecido(a)

consists of this
buzz generated by vibrations in the larynx, which is transferred to the ears
through the tissues, cartilage, and bones of the throat and skull. This
mechanism amplifies that buzz — ”
    Ryan wasn’t really
listening. He stared at her chest, watching her breathing and the pulse in the
well of her throat. She was nervous, afraid the stuttering control device
wouldn’t work for him. He wasn’t nervous because he didn’t expect it to work;
he simply had to try. What he really would have liked to do was to reach out,
pull her close and stop her nervous banter by filling her mouth with his
tongue. His fingers ached to fondle her perfect tits. She was a 34 C. He knew
because of the bra in his possession.
    Jenny stepped back, her
pale green eyes wide and searching. She wondered if he was ready for this, if
he was poised for disappointment. “That’s all there is to it. You can say
something,” she said quietly.
    “I think you’re the most
beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he said flawlessly.
    Her breath caught.
    Ryan felt a rush of
surprise.“I … was going to say I don’t want you to feel bad if it doesn’t
work,” he said, talking faster.
    Tears filled Jenny’s eyes
and she clapped her hand to her smiling mouth.
    “I didn’t really expect it
to,” he said even faster. “B-but it is. It is, isn’t it? This is so weird.”
    Jenny laughed and swiped at
the tears that refused to stay in check.
    Ryan scooted off the table
and stood. “Jenny Oliver,” he said, shaking his head.
    “Ryan Cosgrove,” she
returned. “It’s so good to hear from you, sir.”
    He grinned from ear to ear.
“You know I’m n-never going to shut up, don’t you?” He couldn’t help himself,
he picked her up and whirled her around.
    Was it unprofessional to
allow it? She didn’t care at the moment.
    “And my insurance paid for
this, right?” he asked. “It’s mine to keep.”
    “It’s yours,” she replied
happily.
    He set her down, his brown
eyes gleaming. “We have to go out and celebrate.”
    She nodded. “Yes, we do!”
    The moment had never seemed
more perfect and so he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her soundly.
    * * * *
    Ryan lit the candle on the dining
room table and kissed Jenny on the cheek before returning to the adjoining
kitchen to finish salads. He’d brought her to his house to fix her a steak
dinner and ply with her with wine, and she was loving every minute of it.
    He’d built the home, a large
log cabin, on several acres of wooded land, and it was very him. He was
comfortable in the kitchen and she found it amazingly sexy, especially as he
chopped vegetables and added them to the salads. She’d never made such a
perfect looking creation, and he made it look effortless. A gorgeous, sexy man — a
gentleman, who seemed to like taking care of her and who could cook; what more
in life was there? She picked up her glass of wine and went into the kitchen.
Jimbo, the docile German shepherd, followed.
    “Did you build this place
from a kit?” she asked, looking up at the perfectly placed exposed beams.
    He looked at her with a
stern look, one eyebrow lifted.
    “Oooh, I’ll take that as a
no,” she said, laughing. “Sorry. No insult intended.”
    “I designed it myself,” he
said. God, but it felt good to just be able to say what he wanted to. Suddenly,
there was nothing holding him back. This had to be how super-heroes felt when
they first discovered their secret power. “I’ll take you on a tour upstairs
after dinner.”
    Were the words as
suggestive as they sounded? She sat and tried to control the extent of her
blushing. Maybe she just had trash for brains lately. She’d always been so good
and controlled. She’d been a virgin through most of college, in fact. She’d
never been wild or promiscuous…until recently.
     Wild. Promiscuous. She
tested out the words in her mind. Was that what she’d become? She certainly
wanted sex more now. She was enjoying it for the first