Talk Dirty to Me
Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : Stone Richards
Word Count :15178
Publication Date :2010-08-13
Series : #
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- Product Code: 978-1-55487-587-0
Trent Barlow is a businessman. Over the past few years he has amassed six businesses—one, he has to keep secret. Phil Johnson is Trent’s right hand man. He has been with him since the beginning—yet they hardly know each other—until Trent bids on a permanent place to house his secret business and starts receiving anonymous phone calls. The voice is husky, erotic and offers to fulfill his wildest fantasy. Has word of his secret business leaked out? Is Trent a victim of his own deception? Or has an admirer simply chosen to tease him?
Trent sat at his desk and went over the notes about the Holloway building. He needed a construction company that he could rely on, one that would start work and see it to the end without interruptions or excuses. The meeting to formally purchase the building was set for tomorrow morning at the bank. Both his attorney and the city manager would be in attendance and money would officially change hands. He would collect the key to the front door and anything else that went along with ownership.
The phone on the corner of his desk rang, pulling his attention away from his new purchase. He picked up the receiver, noticing the button for the outside line was flashing, and held it to his ear.
“I want to run my tongue up and down your cock. I want to suck it to the back of my throat and swallow it down.”
Surprise filtered through his insides. He gripped the receiver and pushed back in his chair. “What the hell—” His mind raced. “Who is this?” He had been caught off-guard and couldn’t really tell if the voice was male or female. In the back of his mind, he thought perhaps the line had gotten crossed with one of the operators down the hall. But that didn’t seem likely. He had purposely hired the best technical analyst to set up the phone system for the business.
“I want to feel you inside my ass hole. I want to feel you pumping into me.”
Trent held his breath, listening. Was he the butt of a joke? He raised his gaze to the window in the office door. There wasn’t anyone in the hallway. Surely, the call was coming from the phone room. There was no other logical answer.
“Would you like to fuck me? Would you like to shove your hard prong into my butt and make me scream?”
Trent’s heart hammered against his ribs. “Who is this?”
“Darling, I’m your wildest fantasy.”