Page 9 of Adam’s Obsession

WILDKAT: I loved it.

SAVAGE: It was pretty amazing, wasn’t it?

WILDKAT: Yeah. It was. It’s just hard to type with one hand.

SAVAGE: Tell me about it. We really should use a VoIP.

WILDKAT: A what?

What the heck was that?

SAVAGE: I guess you’re not a computer geek.

Katherine snorted. No. She wasn’t. But she worked with averitable gaggle of them.

SAVAGE: VoIP stands for Voice over Internet Protocol. It’s acommunications program that lets you talk over the internet. Without a phoneline.

WILDKAT: So we could talk instead of type with one hand?

SAVAGE: That’s the idea.

Imagine that. Having two hands free. What havoc could hewreak on her willing body then? And she could hear his voice. She could imagineit, deep and commanding. Masterful.

God. The thought of hearing his commands rather than readingthem, of listening to his moans, of hearing him come, made desire stir withinher once again.

WILDKAT: That would be dreamy.

SAVAGE: Have you heard of Trillo–Maris? It’s a softwarecompany that sells VoIP software. Check them out online.

Katherine froze. Then slowly typed.

WILDKAT: I will.

What a lie. She didn’t have to check them out online. Sheworked for Trillo–Maris. She could check them out in the office tomorrow.

Funny, wasn’t it? She’d loved her job from the moment she’dstepped into the elegant foyer—enjoyed every minute as a financial and programanalyst. She’d just never dreamed the deadly dull software they developed wouldbecome so crucial to her love life.

SAVAGE: I have their system on my computer. If you can findit, we could be breathing heavily into each other’s ears by tomorrow.

Oh God. How delicious.

WILDKAT: I’ll find it. I swear.

SAVAGE: I can’t wait ‘til tomorrow. Same time?

WILDKAT: I wouldn’t miss it for the world.

Chapter Three

The next day dawned way too soon. Katherine slapped thealarm and yawned. She’d slept like a log but her dreams had been haunted,filled with whispers of a desire only half fulfilled.

Which was crazy, since Savage had fulfilled her pretty damngood last night. She’d never come so hard, so deep, never been quite sosated—even in real life. Especially in real life. What did that sayabout the man, his sizzling sensuality, that he could do such things to herbody, take her to the heights, make her come until she was weak and wobblywithout ever laying a finger on her?

She nuzzled deeper under the covers and allowed herself tofantasize about what it would be like to be with him. Really be with him. Avisceral longing grabbed at her gut and tugged.

Then reality nudged into the fantasy and sadness swampedher. Because she would never be with him. He’d made it very clear right fromthe beginning that he was only interested in online play. At the time she’dmerely shrugged. Frankly, she had no desire to discover he was really a short,balding troll. It was so much more fun to fantasize that he looked like BradPitt.

Or Adam Trillo.