Bit by the Bug (Matthews Sisters 1) Read Free Page B

talk about work,’ Kat said. ‘I need you, baby. I wish you were here with me. Right now.’
    ‘Oh yeah, and what would you do to me if I were there right now, princess?’ Jack’s breathing audibly deepened.
    Kat knew the man liked to sleep naked so there was no point in asking him what he was wearing. Rolling up on the bed, she unbuttoned her denim jeans and pushed them off her hips. ‘First, I’d make you peel every inch of shiny tight black leather off my body.’ She fell back on the bed, kicking off her boots and socks before pushing completely out of her blue jeans. Lying on the bed in her panties, she pulled at her knit sweater. ‘You know the leather I’m talking about, don’t you?’
    ‘Oh, yeah. The outfit I got you from the studio prop room last Halloween.’ Jack groaned. He’d stolen the costume for her as a joke. The studio he’d been working for was on location from Los Angeles and they hadn’t even missed it.
    ‘That’s the one. I’d make you peel it off my body, slowly revealing my legs, my ass, my wet hot pussy.’ Kat pulled the corded phone back from her ear and lifted the sweater off, tossing it aside. More comfortable, she rested on her back, lightly running her hand over her flat stomach. Her black lace panties and sturdy white bra didn’t match, but it didn’t matter. This was fantasy. ‘My corset beneath the leather is tight, cupping under my breasts, exposing them and pushing them up so they’re high and perky. Mmm, and I’m wearing crotchless panties.’
    Jack made an animalistic noise. ‘You have a beautiful voice. I love it when you talk like this.’
    ‘And I love it when you talk like Lord Angus,’ Kat said with a giggle. Angus had been one of Jack’s favourite roles. He talked like a Scottish laird for months while the play had been in rehearsal. Unfortunately, the show wasshut down after only one night and no reviews of his performance had been written. Jack was lucky to have gotten half his paycheck from the ordeal. It was a joke between them that at least he’d gotten something from his time as Angus – a sexy accent.
    ‘Do ye now, lass,’ he murmured, affecting the soft burr. ‘And where are we?’
    Kat involuntarily trembled. There was just something about American girls and accents. She didn’t care if it was stereotypical, it was very true. Just hearing Jack affect one always turned her on. It was exotic. Closing her eyes, Kat wiggled on the bed. ‘Forget the leather. I’m on a bed of furs in a tunic gown and we can hear the sound of a celebration beyond your tent as your men celebrate their victory.’
    ‘Aye.’
    ‘You’ve just won a giant, vicious battle and your muscles are hard and sweaty from the fight. I was captured amongst your enemy and brought to your tent by your men as part of the spoils of war.’ Kat quickly sat up in the bed, leaning over the side to grab a large lifelike pink vibrator and a tube of lubricant from her bag. She tossed it next to her and again lay on her back.
    ‘Ye have nothing to fear,’ Jack said in the thick accent.
    ‘Oh, but I do, because you peel back your kilt, revealing your hard thick weapon. It’s just as hard as the rest of you as you wrap your fist around it.’ Kat ran her hand lightly over her stomach, liking their fantasy game. ‘Frightened, I try to escape by crawling off the bed, but you stop me. I try to fight you off, but you’re too strong. You rip my gown from me in your haste to see me naked.’ Kat tugged at her bra and panties, quickly getting them off her body so she was naked on the bed.
    ‘Where ye goin’ wench? There’s nowhere to run. No one here will help ye.’
    ‘Your eyes light up with devious intent as you look atmy huge breasts and you automatically want to thrust your cock between them and come on my neck.’
    ‘Aye, I do.’
    ‘You pin my arms over my head.’ Kat lifted her hands, bringing them together at the wrists. ‘I know you’re going to fuck me good. I can feel