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  Seconds passed with just her harried breathing. Peyton sighed into the phone, pulling her fingers from her wet warmth to smile against the headset.

  “Mmmm…thank you, Michael.”

  “For?”

  Peyton glanced at the clock.

  Ten minutes left before she could get what she needed. Maybe he’d hang up early.

  “For that wonderful orgasm.”

  “Bullshit.”

  The vehemence in his voice cut through her sexually induced haze.

  “Excuse me?”

  “You didn’t come.”

  Peyton gasped. She’d given him her best orgasmic performance and she’d never been called out on it before.

  “I—”

  “Didn’t come,” Michael finished for her. “Did you?”

  His voice had changed. The sensual warmth was gone, replaced with steel. The difference was not only audible, but almost palpable.

  Shocked, Peyton cleared her throat. “I—”

  “Didn’t come. Don’t fucking lie to me.”

  Seconds ticked by before she spoke. “I didn’t come.”

  Michael remained silent while her heart beat wildly in her ears.

  “Don’t you ever try to fake it with me. Is that clear?”

  “Crystal clear.”

  The nerve of the man was galling. She could’ve hung up and been done, but her body and mind was spellbound by his ability to discern the truth.

  “Good. Now, why didn’t you give me what I wanted?”

  Some of the warmth had crept back into the deep register of his voice.

  “I need my vibrator to come,” Peyton said, slightly embarrassed by her admission.

  “No, you don’t, but for now…get it. You owe me an orgasm. No bullshit.”

  Peyton hesitated for a moment before turning on her side to open her nightstand drawer and take out her favorite vibe.

  “Do you have it?” Michael asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Turn it on and give me what I want.”

  She shifted again on her back, parting her legs as she turned the toy on. The soft hum was familiar and comforting. She pressed the vibe against her clit, hissing in a tight breath as the vibrations reverberated through her entire body.

  “That’s it. Tease that clit and show me how fast a good submissive little slut can come.”

  Peyton moaned again. She was on the edge. The need to climax had been steadily building since she’d heard Michael’s voice. She pushed her fingers back into her pussy while keeping the vibe against her clit. Waves of pleasure spun faster and faster within her and she couldn’t stop the breathy little moans erupting from deep in her throat.

  “What are you, Pepper?”

  He wanted her to speak, but she’d lost her words, unable to think in the increasingly mind-bending state of bliss enveloping her. Her eyelids fluttered closed and the depth of her orgasm stole her ability to make any sound. When she could, she cried out, thighs trembling, her back arched as the ripples of bliss began to subside. Her breathing slowly returned to normal and through it all Michael remained silent.

  “What are you?”

  Her throat felt dry as she wet her lips. “I’m a submissive little slut.”

  “Yes you are. My submissive little slut.”

  The line went dead and Michael was gone.

  Peyton cursed—a mixture of disappointment and indignation coursing through her.

  What the hell had just happened?

  Chapter Two

  Ian placed his phone down, leaned back in his office chair and smiled. His sister, Gale, was right, Peyton had a sexy voice and when she moaned with pleasure…

  Fuck.

  His cock was rock hard. He glanced at his watch. An hour and a half had gone by and it felt like he’d only been on the phone for five minutes. In the all the nine years he’d managed Talk Sexy, he’d never once dialed one of the phone actresses. His sister’s high praise for Peyton had spurred his curiosity, especially when Gale had expressed the desire to hire a quality assurance manager for the company. She wanted a leader who was not just capable of handling managerial duties, but talented in the art of dirty talk too. If hired, Peyton would work closely with the new models and older ones to insure Talk Sexy customers were getting the highly erotic fantasy experience they paid for.

  Ian laced his fingers behind his head and wished he had Peyton on her knees in front of him. For the first time, he understood how phone sex could become addictive He wanted to call Peyton back right now just to hear that breathy inflection in her tone when she was caught off guard.

  Ian grabbed his cell and dialed his sister. She answered the call on the second ring.

  “Brother, dear, how are you? It’s not quite quitting time for you yet. Are you ill? Has the sky fallen?”

  Ian chuckled. “I’m fine. I just thought I’d call you before you left for the day. How are you?”

  “I’m looking forward to movie night with Jeremy.”

  “You’re still seeing him?”

  “C’mon. We’ve been dating for almost six months now. I really, really like this guy. I’d love for you to meet him, Ian.”

  “I have to now. Since you really, really like him.” Ian grinned upon hearing Gale’s exasperated sigh. “I’m serious. Set it up and I’ll meet Jeremy. See if the ole chap meets my standard of approval.”

  “You’ll be nice.”

  “I’m always nice.”

  Gale snorted. “Please. The last man I introduced to you and Dad broke up with me within a week. I don’t think he wanted to handle anymore family occasions. Not everyone wants to be skewered alive, you know.”

  “He wasn’t right for you.”

  “Subject change. What’s on your mind, big brother? You usually call during work hours to discuss business.”

  “Tell me more about Peyton Winter.”

  “Let’s see. She’s got a bachelor’s degree in business, currently working for Fenn Realty.”

  “How long has she been with them?”

  “Almost six years. She’s one of their best agents.”

  “So, no previous experience as a phone actress?”

  Gale laughed. “No. I don’t even think she planned to take the position I offered her. She called curious about the job and I immediately liked the sound of her voice. I told her she could set her own hours and try it out. I knew my instincts were right. She’s a natural.”

  Ian agreed. Peyton had the sultry voice of a siren without song.

  “Is she married?”

  “Not married and no kids.”

  His sister’s answer pleased him.

  “Have you presented her with the promotion yet?”

  “You didn’t exactly give me the green-light for a new hire, Ian.”

  “You’ve got it.”

  Gale squealed with delight. “Really? You don’t want to meet her first?”

  “I trust your judgment, dear sister.”

  “Awesome! Thank you!”

  “Thank you for being the best COO for Talk Sexy.”

  “Remember how I had to convince you to go into this business?”.

  “You never let me forget.” Ian clicked open his e-mail on his laptop. “I wasn’t sure about juggling two companies, but you’ve made it easy.”

  “I love my job and I love hiring people who are passionate about passion!”

  Ian chuckled at his sister’s enthusiasm.

  “How is commodity trading going? Never mind. That stuff is boring.”

  “Boring to you, but my clients are just as passionate about their portfolios as yours are about their—”

  “Penises!” Gale giggled. “You should hear this woman’s voice, Ian, and she’s as lovely as she sounds. That’s not always the case in this biz.”

  “Hmm…” Ian said with no intentions of divulging he’d already heard Peyton’s voice. His mind wandered as he imagined what his caramel goddess looked like.

  “Ian?”

  Ian blinked the
n straightened in his chair. “Yep,” he said as his phone chimed to alert of incoming call. He quickly looked at the caller and brought the phone back to his ear. “I’ve got take this call.”

  “Talk later. Mwah!”

  Ian smiled. “Later, G-bee.”

  He ended the call with the sound of Gale laughing in his ear at the use of his childhood nickname for her. Ian clicked over and discovered his client had hung up. He looked at his caller ID and redialed the client in good spirits. It had been a very interesting and productive day. Peyton Winter had officially become his newest interest. He wanted to know everything about her. He planned to make her come again and again. Ian was certain there had never been a sweeter sound in his ear than the lush rise and fall of her breathless moans.

  * * * *

  “And through here you have the master suite. There’s also an adjoining side room that could easily be transitioned into an office space.” Peyton could see the contained excitement on the faces of the prospective buyers as they passed her to take in the space. “Lots of natural light in the entire house, but especially so in this room. Notice the skylight over the bed.”

  “Oh, honey, I love it!” Mrs Stevens gushed to her husband who nodded with a smile.

  “There’s definitely enough room for us,” Mr Stevens said, staring up at the skylight.

  Peyton smiled at them both. “I’ll give you two a chance to take it all in. I’ll be downstairs.”

  The couple nodded at her, already moving toward the full bathroom. Peyton left the room, grabbing hold of the banister to walk carefully down the stairs in her navy heels. She stifled a yawn as she looked out of the huge patio door overlooking a pool in the spacious backyard. She admired the gorgeous blooming Dogwood trees on the property. It was too nice to be indoors. The perfect spring day and Peyton was glad this was her last appointment before the weekend. She looked forward to sleeping in tomorrow.

  Thank goodness.

  She was tired and hungry. Her stomach growled in protest, dissatisfied with her last meal of coffee and yogurt on the go. The entire week had flown by. She’d been busier than usual with appointments and her second job as well. Every time the phone had rung, Peyton had wondered if Michael would be on the other end of line, but he hadn’t. She couldn’t stop thinking about their call…how she’d come on the phone for him. Peyton remembered everything he’d said to her. His words, the sound of his sexy voice, were all etched into her mind. She heard him talking to her in her sleep.

  Why hadn’t he called her back?

  “Ms Winter?”

  Peyton turned around startled. She hadn’t even heard them coming down the stairs. “Yes?”

  “We’d like to place an offer on the house.”

  Mr Stevens gave his wife a kiss on the cheek when she gave a happy squeal.

  Peyton smiled at them. “Excellent. Why don’t we head back to my office and discuss the next step?”

  “Alright.” Mr Stevens took hold of his wife’s hand. They both followed her into the hallway and out the front door.

  Peyton let them pass. She listened to their muted excited chatter while she locked up. She loved her job when the buyers were enthusiastic. With any luck, she’d be done with work and home relaxing within the hour.

  * * * *

  The Stevens ended up having more questions than she’d expected and it was an hour and half later before she pulled into her condo complex. She was surprised to see Jace’s car parked on the street near her designated parking spot. Peyton got out of her vehicle as he approached her with a huge grin on his handsome face. Jace always took care with his appearance and today was no exception—he was wearing a pair of tanned khaki pants and a light blue T-shirt that complemented his dark mocha skin. The sun glinted off his bald head and Peyton pulled her sunglasses from her hair as she looked up at him.

  “Hey, beautiful,” Jace said.

  “Hi, I thought you were going to watch the game with the guys?”

  Peyton stretched up on her tiptoes to kiss him on the lips. A mild breeze rifled her yellow wrap dress, wafting the familiar scent of Jace’s cologne over her before she moved back.

  “I am, but I thought I’d surprise you by bringing your dinner.”

  “How thoughtful. Are you going to stay long enough to eat with me?” Peyton noticed the bag in his hand from her favorite seafood restaurant.

  “I’m already late, so, no.” Jace shook his head regretfully, his gaze traveling over her from head to toe. “And that’s a damn shame too. You are looking sexy as hell. Is that a new dress?”

  Peyton giggled when he pulled her close and nuzzled her neck. “No. Well, the shoes are new.”

  Jace stood back and looked down at her feet. “I’m going to be honest and say I didn’t notice those with all these curves demanding my immediate attention. Let me walk you up. You go ahead of me. I want to enjoy the view.”

  “You’re a mess,” Peyton said walking in front of him. She giggled when he made an appreciated groan behind her.

  “Are you sure you don’t want to come with me?” Jace asked as she opened her front door and turned around to face him. “I think Darin’s girl is coming, so you’d have a female to chat with.”

  Peyton shook her head. “I don’t think so. I just want to go inside, relax and enjoy the dinner you brought me.” She caressed his arm upon seeing his crestfallen face. “I’m sorry.”

  “It’s okay. Lately, it seems like I get to see you one night on the weekend. You’re working too hard.”

  “Things have been crazy.” Peyton sighed, feeling pangs of guilt for not being completely honest about what was keeping her busy on the weekends. “Hopefully, I’ll sell these two homes I recently showed. That would really be great.”

  Jace studied her face. “I told you if you needed any help to just tell me. I know things have been tight lately.”

  “Jace…”

  Jace held up his hands. “I know. You want to do things on your own. I respect and admire that about you, but I don’t want my woman working herself to the bone, either.”

  “So”—Peyton pointed to his hand, trying to ignore the flair of irritation his words sent through her—“what’s in the bag?”

  “Your favorite. Grilled shrimp, white cheddar mashed potatoes, and that Caesar salad you rave about with the little tiny tomatoes.”

  “Cherry tomatoes. Yum, thank you.”

  Jace grinned and gave her the bag. “Anything for you. I’ll call you later.”

  “Alright. Have fun.”

  He kissed her quickly before pivoting and heading back to his car. Peyton waved to him as he left before closing the door and taking off her heels. She walked over to her coffee table, set the carry-out bag down then padded into the kitchen to pour a glass of wine to go with her dinner. Glass in hand, she went back to her couch, sat down and opened the bag. Tasting the first scrumptious bite of shrimp and mashed potatoes, she moaned with delight.

  Once sated, Peyton leaned back against the couch cushions and sipped her wine, thinking about Jace. He was a thoughtful guy. He was successful, intelligent, attractive and more entertaining than her last two short-lived relationships, but there was something missing. Sex was good. Jace was a great man, so why hadn’t he been on her mind half as much as Michael had all week?

  Peyton swirled the dwindling contents in her glass, wishing she had an answer to her own question. She probably should have gone with Jace tonight, but the idea of sitting through some boring game and trying to make small talk with some nameless female was far less appealing than logging on to chat for Talk Sexy. Friday nights tended to be less busy, but sometimes her phone rang insistently.

  Deciding to shower, Peyton got up and stripped off her dress. She flipped on the radio, turned on the shower and danced to the bathroom in her underwear to a catchy tune that always made her smile. Sunlight poured through the frosted glass window in her bathroom and while waiting for the water to warm, Peyton basked in its rays. She stripped out of her bra and panti
es then examined her body in the mirror.

  “Jace also appreciates your juicy ass,” she said in a singsong voice to her reflection with a giggle.

  He always told her he loved every inch of her, especially her D cups. Peyton rolled a dark chocolate nipple between her fingers and sucked in a breath, longing consuming her thoughts. It was almost that time of the month, which always made her breasts tender, and she was so horny. Putting a shower cap on over her natural curls, she got into the shower. She lathered her body as she sang along to the music, rinsed then got out. She was excited about logging on and in the mood to be naughty. Working for Talk Sexy had given her a safe outlet to be as wicked as she wanted in the privacy of her own home.

  Peyton logged on to the service with her towel still wrapped around her body. She turned the radio off but continued to hum while smoothing on her favorite body lotion. She put on a baby blue chemise, reached for the matching panties then tossed them back into her drawer to instead take out her vibrator nestled inside her toy box.

  An orgasm was exactly what she needed to completely unwind.

  The silky material of her nightie brushed against her chest and her nipples hardened from the contact. Peyton lay down on her bed, nestled the vibe between her closed legs and gently massaged her breasts. She rubbed her palms in circles over them through the chemise, moaning with need as her phone rang. Peyton let out a groan of frustration as she reached for it, answering by the second ring. She listened to the automated message stating her caller had been confirmed for two hours.

  Two hours?

  “Hello?”

  Peyton’s heartbeat accelerated before she even heard Michael’s deep voice.

  “How’s my submissive little slut?”

  There were no words to describe what those five words did to her equilibrium. It felt like all the blood had rushed to her head then straight to her pussy. Peyton inhaled sharply, realizing she’d been holding her breath for several seconds.