It’s DIOLOGUE Day!

From UNRESTRICED ACCESS in the MOST WANTED anthology:

He went back and forth in his mind on if he was actually going to call the number on the note or not. And finally, just before the eleven o’clock news came on Wednesday night, he dialed.
She answered on the first ring.
“Hello Jackson,” a husky voice said clearly.
“This is a little unfair, you know,” he said, keeping his voice natural. He was pretty sure he was talking to Jillian, but he’d done as the note asked, and not traced the number, so he wasn’t one hundred percent sure. “I don’t even know what to call you.”
“What would you like to call me?”
“What’s your name?”
“I’m going to make you a promise right now, Jackson. I’ll never lie to you. And because I always keep my promises, I’m not going to tell you my name right now. You can call me whatever you want.”
“Sneaky bitch?”
Her husky laugh made him smile, despite himself. “If you like.”
“Naughty wench?”
“How about Miss. J?”
His cock twitched. “That works.”
“Did you like the gifts?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“I know flowers are an untraditional gift for a man, but they always make me feel special. So, I thought maybe they would do the same for you.”
Strangely enough, they had. It wasn’t the flowers themselves, either. He could take or leave them. It was the way they were given to him. He’d never had anyone put so much effort into getting his undivided attention before. Normally women just flash a smile, flaunt their cleavage or offer to buy him a drink, whether it’s coffee or a beer in a bar.
The deliveries didn’t feel as superficial as the normal pick-ups.
“They certainly got my attention.” He paused. She sounded sane and normal, and very sexy. His instincts said she wasn’t a psycho. However, he wasn’t an idiot. He needed to know if it was indeed Jill. “The coffee was very nice, too. How did you know I drink coffee?”
There was that husky chuckle again. “I know you Jackson, Just as you know me. I’m not a crazy psycho stalker or anything. I’m just a woman, who finds you very intriguing and attractive.”
Gotcha! “We know each other?”
“Casually, yes.”
“Then why the Secret Admirer thing? Why not just talk to me?”
For a minute all he heard was her breathing, and he wondered if she’d answer honestly.
“You have a wall, Jackson. An invisible wall that you throw up every time it seems like the attraction between us rises. I wanted to go over that wall, and see if maybe we could explore that attraction for a night.”
There was so much in that sentence that he wanted to deny, and even more he wanted to explore. He’d start with the important things first. “A night?”
“I told you, I know you. Yes, just one night. A night of erotic exploration … of fantasy.”
He dropped into his favorite recliner and closed his eyes. “What kind of fantasy?”
“I’ve masturbated to fantasies of having your naked body at my mercy. Of blindfolding you before stripping your clothes off, bit by bit, then teasing us both with light touches. I want to search out your hot spots, play with them a little until you can’t hold back a groan of pleasure. Then I’d move on, find another spot, touch you somewhere, taste you somewhere else. See what makes your cock swell and your breath catch.”
Jackson pressed the palm of his hand against the straining fly of his jeans. “You seem to have found that already.”
“Are you hard?”
“Oh, yeah.” He pulled the button of his jeans open and had the zipper tab between his fingers when her next words froze him.
“Don’t touch yourself, Jackson,” she said sharply. “Not yet.”
His mind slowed, his cock throbbed, and a shiver ripped down his spine. “Christ,” he muttered.
“Jackson?” The sharpness had left her voice, and he could hear Jill now. The way she’d said his name was unmistakable. He’d heard that sharpness in her tone before, and he’d responded to it subconsciously.
It was why he’d always fought his attraction to her, it wasn’t because she was his neighbor, it was because she had that vibe. Because she was a dominant woman, and she called to that part of himself that he’d buried long ago.
“Answer me, Jackson. Are you all right?”
Sucking in his breath he sat up straight and stiffened his mental reserves. “Yeah,” he said. “I’m fine. You just caught me by surprise.”
Rustling sounds echoed over the phone and he could imagine her resettling into her chair. Crossing her legs at the knee, the top leg firm against the bottom. No nervous bouncing for her. She would be still… in control.
“So…” When she finally spoke again, her voice was husky. “That’s the start of my fantasy night with you. Does it appeal to you?”
“Yeah.” It appealed to him on such a visceral level that it scared him.

” These installments are so good new readers will love them as well. The characters are strong-willed, multi dimensional and very personable. You have to love a heroine as strong as her hero, and an alpha male not afraid to match wills with an equally dominant female. These couples find interesting situations rich in magic, turmoil, danger, incredible passion and just plain trouble. Ms. White seems to have a little too much fun writing her stories and finding ways to both get her characters into tight spots and then manage to either find their way out of them, or revel in their “predicament.” I truly enjoyed this book, and look forward to whatever comes next.”
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