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.But clearly, she’d spent far too long ignoring her fantasy life.“Just let me know,” he said, spooning up against her on the bed.“I’m available for any and all requests.”“How about you?”“The coupon is yours, not mine.”“Okay, then my next fantasy request is to fulfill your favorite fantasy.”“Hmm,” he said.“That sounds like a twisting of the rules to me.”She laughed.“Guess I forgot to read the fine print.Now, come on, I told you mine.You tell me yours.”“In the spirit of political incorrectness, I have to admit….”“Come on! Spill it.”“I’ve always had this thing for peep shows.”She bit her lip and smiled, rolling over to look him in the eyes.“You mean, like the ones where you pay a dollar and get to see a naked chick?”“Something like that, though I’m guessing they cost more than a dollar these days.”“That might be kind of hard to duplicate,” she said, giving the matter some thought.“But I do know a place….”The strip club where Cass used to work had a little of everything when it came to X-rated entertainment, and Yasmine was pretty sure she’d heard Cass describe some private rooms that might fit the bill for a full-on peep show fantasy.“Really, it’s the element of voyeurism that’s appealing.I like the idea of watching a woman put on a show—”“But there’s more to a peep show than voyeurism.It’s a kind of seedy, dark, sex appeal.It requires the right setting and props to be effective.”“We don’t have to make it so complicated.In fact, I’ve got plenty of other fantasies we could act out.”“No, this is the first one that came to mind, and I like it.I just need a little time to make some arrangements, find the right props, and your fantasy will be fulfilled.”“It’s awfully generous of you to share your coupon with me.”“Purely for selfish reasons, trust me.In the meantime, I think I saw a massage coupon in my gift package….”“Ready to redeem it?”“Mmm-hmm.” She rolled onto her belly and rested her head on her arms.Kyle sat up and straddled her hips, removed his gloves, and dragged his fingers lightly up her back, sending tingling sensations through her.He started kneading her flesh, finding tense spots around her shoulder blades and neck and working them out, and Yasmine felt herself relaxing by a degree with each stroke.In a matter of minutes, she’d be asleep if he kept it up.But he quickly moved on from her back to her arms, then her legs, then her feet.And after he’d finished working the kinks out of her feet, he moved up her legs again and slid his fingers inside her.She hadn’t been expecting it, and her breath caught in her throat.She arched her back and invited him in deeper, her body instantly heating at his touch.“I’ve never had a massage like this before,” she said.“This is a little bonus I reserve for only my favorite clients.”He slipped one finger up and found her clit, while his other fingers remained inside her, working her until she must have been dripping wet.She moaned and squirmed, but he held her still, working his fingers around, in and out, then stretching her inner muscles as she began to contract around him.The sensation was incredible, and so close on the heels of her last orgasm, she came again with very little buildup.When Kyle stretched out behind her and warmed her body with his, tucking her against him and holding her tight, she closed her eyes, started drifting off to sleep as the question formed her in head—could it get any better than this?BECAUSE THE VIRTUALACTIVE offices were closed today, the day felt like any other Sunday, and Sunday mornings always evoked a sense of laziness in Yasmine.They made her want to curl up and read, go for long, meandering walks in the park and generally be unproductive.The Monday after Christmas, alone with Kyle, brought on those feelings twofold.They’d spent the morning eating doughnuts in bed and working their way through the rest of Kyle’s Christmas coupons—except for the surf lesson, which Yasmine ripped up and threw away the second time he suggested using it.By afternoon, it became clear that they’d have to leave the apartment to get a decent hot meal, so they reluctantly dressed and strolled down the street to an Italian dive for pizza
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