Bound by Tinsel (5 page)
In fact
he’d
almost ruined her for her other clients.
She’d
had two of them call for tonight and she’d pushed them off on other operators, telling her boss that she was tired and needed to take a nap.
Her boss had teased her about “saving” herself for the
show and Fallon
hadn’t
disagreed with her. The company frowned on that sort of thing, but she
hadn’t
harped on it. If it happened a few more times, though, Fallon
would be called on the carpet and reminded that she needed to keep her identity away from her clients
.
Fallon snapped up the phone on the first ring. She checked the ID then hit the connect button on her headset.
“Hello Mr. X. How are you this evening?” She imagined him in his office, sitting back in his chair with his tie undone, a drink in his hand. Then she nixed that idea. It was after nine, and although it
wasn’t
unheard of for a lawyer to work that late she had a feeling he was at home, either lying on his bed or the couch. The picture of him in his work clothes, tie undone and drink in hand, remained, despite the change in location.
“Hello, Serendipity. It’s been a hell of a day.”
“I’m
sorry,
can I make it all better?” She murmured deep in her throat, the sound low and seductive. “Perhaps you’d like to feel my mouth on you, or would you prefer something else tonight?”
“Not a bad idea, but before that I want to talk.”
“All right.”
She sat down on the bed, wrapping her robe around her.
“About what?
The weather?
The sad state of the economy?
What happened today that troubled you so much?”
“Bad day in
cou
…at work.”
He sighed she heard him swallow. Yes, he was definitely drinking. “But I don’t want to talk about that. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”
Shock ran through her body and she cleared her throat. “Well, I have been known to produce fantastic orgasms, which I think I’ve proven with you a time or two. Men think about sex quite often, so it wouldn’t be hard for you to associate my voice with…”
“No, that’s not it. I want to know you. Tell me your most secret desire that has nothing to do with sex.”
This was different, and it
wasn’t
a good thing. Her clients wanted to talk about themselves, not about her.
Before she could
answer
he started talking again.
“I know you’re not supposed to give out personal information, which is just fine. I just want some insight into the woman who made me shoot off so hard last night, and the night before that, too.”
There was a pregnant pause, and then he added, “You’re most secret desire.”
“Is this one of those ‘if you could meet any person in the world who would it
be
’ type questions?”
“Indulge me.”
The deep timbre of his voice made her shiver. Right
now
she would give him just about anything.
“Okay.” The word came out of her mouth even as her mind was screaming no.
This was a huge mistake, and would probably land her in a world of trouble.
“But you have to promise not to laugh at me.”
When he laughed, she growled, surprised at the sound. “Sorry about that, but the
deal’s
off.”
“No, I was just getting it out of the way now,” he said. “I promise not to laugh.”
“You’ve already done that, but since you’re paying for it…” She let the words trail off before she took a deep breath. “I have three goals in life. First, I have a list of classic novels I want to read, so that when someone brings them up in a conversation I can say: I’ve read that.”
“Not bad.” There was the sound of him taking another drink. “How far along on the list are you?”
“I picked two hundred books, and I’ve read thirty of them. I just came up with this when I was twenty-four.” She wanted to tell him that all her friends had laughed at her, told her that was a stupid goal, but she
hadn’t
care. She loved to read, and she wanted to have this list under her belt.
“What are you reading now?”
She looked toward her bedside table.
“
Believe it or not, I didn’t have to read it in school.”
“I love that book.” The excitement in his voice made her tingle. “We could get into a great discussion about it, but that would take up all our time. What’s next on the goal list?”
“I want to visit every state.” She shrugged, even though she knew he
couldn’t
see it. “Right now I’ve seen eleven of them. To tell the truth, I’ve added to this goal, in that I have several other places I’d like to visit, too:
“I’ve been to two of those places,
Then take me there, please.
She kept those words to herself. “I’m jealous. Was it fun?”
“Beautiful.” She wanted him to say it would be much more fun if
she’d
been with him, but he didn’t. “What is the last goal?”
The last one was stupid, and
sort of
juvenile, so she’d kept it to herself. “That was it, really. I pushed two of them together, the foreign and domestic travel.”
“Liar.”
His voice deepened with authority. “Do I need to take off my belt?”
“Now we’re getting somewhere. Do you want to spank me, Mr. X?”
This time he was the one who cleared his throat. “Let’s see if I can guess. You want to fall in love.”
“No, I’ve given up on that.” The minute the words were out of her mouth she cringed. That opened up a whole kettle of fish that she
didn’t
“Why?” He sounded genuinely interested, and that made her want to tell him. But she
wouldn’t
.
“I just have. Now, about that spanking…”
“Love is a beautiful thing, you know. Even when
it’s
over, and you get over the pain of it, you remember the good things. All people should experience it at least once.”
“Sounds like you’re speaking from experience.”
Fallon settled down amongst her pillows, wondering why she
wasn’t
putting a stop to this. Phone sex artists
were taught
to end calls that were going in the wrong direction. The client
would be refunded
his money if she reported it. But she
didn’t
want to do that. She was enjoying this too much. The sound of his voice was addictive and she wanted to hear it as much as possible.
He was right about the memory thing. When
she’d finally got
the courage up to refuse his calls she would be able to recall his deep, melodious voice and how it made her feel.
“I was in love once.”
His admission made her stomach roil. She
wasn’t
sure why. A man as handsome as him had to have attracted a million women over the years. Of course he would have been in love with at least once of them.
“But it didn’t work?”
“No.” He
didn’t
sound sad, just matter of fact about it. “She wanted a husband who was a rich lawyer. I was a lawyer, but the money
wasn’t
coming in quick enough for her. She pushed and pushed for me to take bigger cases, make more money. Soon I realized it wasn’t me she wanted in her life, it was what I could give her.”
“I’m sorry.” She wanted to ask him how long ago this had been, since she
hadn’t
seen any mention of a wife in her web searching last night. But that would tell him that she knew who he was, and that
she’d
been checking up on him.
Definitely a bad idea.
“Don’t be. It was hard at first, but I learned from it. The next woman I marry will love me, and not my job. Have you ever been married?”
“No.” Fallon licked her lips and looked toward the clock. He had thirty minutes left on tonight’s session. “We should…”
“Why not?”
How hard was it to say that
she’d
never found anyone? It
wasn’t
hard, really. She thought it made her sound like a loser. “Life happens.”
“Yes, it does.” He sighed deeply and she imagined him nestling down into the covers of his bed. “You were going to say something, maybe tell me your third wish?”
“What I was going to say was that the clock is ticking. You sound tired. Shall I lull you to sleep?”
“What do you have in mind?”
“Lie back so I can straddle you.”
“Good idea so far. Go on, tell me what comes next.”
“Are you naked, Mr. X?”
“Are you, sweet Serendipity?”
“Of course I am, always, for you.”
“Hearing that makes my dick nice and hard.”
“So I see.” Clients liked to think they were in the same room together, she knew, but in this case she wanted to imagine Burke under her, his hands behind his head, letting her have her way with him.
“Your chest is so magnificent, strong muscles and smooth skin. Do you like the way I’m caressing you?”
“Yeah.”
The word came out strangled and she imagined his hand wrapped around his cock, pumping slowly.
“I’m trailing my fingers over your chest and shoulders, softly caressing you. It feels so nice. I’ll keep doing that until you tell me to move lower.”
There was a definite hitch in his breathing now and she put in a few moans, and
oohs
and
aahs
as she mentally stroked his chest, his arms and shoulders. It was almost as if she could feel him under her.
“Lower.”
The command made her pussy twitch with need and she wanted to ask him if she could use her vibrator, but tonight
wasn’t
about her. It was about him.
“With pleasure.”
She closed her eyes and imagined her hand wrapped around his cock.
“So hard and perfect.
May I play?”
“Please do.”
“Up and down, slowly moving my hand around.
I love this vein, pulsing with your blood, keeping you hard.
I’m
going to trace it up and down, barely touching it, running the tip of my fingernail over it. Do you like that, Mr. X?”
“More.” Oh yes, he was definitely getting there. She could hear the sound of his hand moving up and down his cock, which had obviously been slicked up with lotion, or some sort of lubricant.
“May I taste you?”
“Fuck yeah,
do
it.” Fallon put her three fingers in her mouth and sucked them, knowing the sound of it would increase the pleasure he was feeling. She moved her tongue
around,
lapping at her salty skin, pretending it was his cock.
“So good,” she whispered as she popped them from her mouth. “Your balls are full and ready.” She licked her fingers again, letting him imagine her tongue running around his heavy sac, which by now should be full and ready to burst.
She started to lap at the palm of her hand, making noise to simulate her tongue on his cock and balls.
“Oh baby, yeah, do it.” He groaned loudly, whispering encouragement to her before his let out a loud, “Fuck yeah, suck me, taste me, take it all.”
Fallon
didn’t
answer.
Instead
she put her fingers back in her mouth and sucked. The sound seemed to drive him harder and his groan deepened before he gave a loud sigh.
“Damn Serendipity, that was fine.” He sounded as if he was almost asleep and she took her fingers out of her mouth, letting them drift down to her clit.
“Go to sleep, Mr. X.” She stroked herself gently. “I’m lying in your arms, and the heavy movement of your chest feels so wonderful. I’m so glad I could make you feel that way, make you come that hard.”
“Oh, baby.” Yes, he was definitely almost asleep. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
Her heart lurched at his words and she pressed the headphone closer to her ear.
“Mr. X?”
When there was no answer, she knew he was asleep.
He would see her in the
morning?
Damn, this was getting bad. As soon as the Christmas party was
over
she needed to end it, tell the operators she’d gotten too close and if Mr. X called and asked for her, they needed to tell him she was unavailable.
It would be the best thing in the
long run
.
