Page 3 of Adam’s Obsession

WILDKAT: Only if you do the same.

SAVAGE: I’d like that. You can be my sex therapist.

WILDKAT: Do you need one?

SAVAGE: Ha! I need something. My cock is hard as a rock.

WILDKAT: Mmm. What would you like me to do about that?

SAVAGE: Honestly?

WILDKAT: We did agree we’d be honest.

When his response appeared on the screen, the muscles in herpussy clenched. She shivered.

SAVAGE: Honestly? I want to punish you for being late.

Katherine bit her lower lip to restrain a blossoming grin.It didn’t work.

WILDKAT: I was late.

SAVAGE: You were a bad girl. Weren’t you?

She hesitated, savoring the excitement, and then finallytyped.

WILDKAT: Yes. I was a bad girl.

SAVAGE: What are you wearing?

It was a cheesy question, one they’d joked about more thanonce, but at the moment, the implications of the query only made her wetter.

WILDKAT: My teddy.

SAVAGE: The black satin?

WILDKAT: Yes.

SAVAGE: The one that makes your nipples so hard when you rubthem?

WILDKAT: Yes.

SAVAGE: Jesus. God.

WILDKAT: Do you want me to touch myself?

SAVAGE: No. Not yet. Do you have a belt?

WILDKAT: A belt? Yikes!

SAVAGE: Come on, Kat. Play along here.

WILDKAT: Yes. I have the belt to my robe.

SAVAGE: Is it soft?

WILDKAT: Yes. And thick.

SAVAGE: Good. Go get it. And while you’re up, get thatvibrator you used the last time.