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things to head home when her email program binged. She opened the file to see a new name on her list.
    Mr. X had booked her from ten to one. Three hours didn’t come cheap in her business. Her nipples hardened at the thought of another night of phone sex with the sexy Mr. X. She couldn’t wait to see what he had in mind for this evening.

Chapter Three
     
     
    “Sign here.” Zoey , the paralegal, pushed a paper in front of Burke and he glanced at it, even though he’d already proofed it once this evening. He still had a few hours before his phone call with Serendipity, and he was excited about hearing her voice again, but that didn’t mean he would rush through the paperwork he had to finish tonight.
    He signed in all the appropriate places, then took the stack of papers Zoey handed him. He leafed through them and frowned. “Where’s the Martin deposition. I wanted to look at that this evening.”
    “We haven’t gotten it back yet,” Zoey said, shrugging. “That was the one we had to hire out, remember?”
    Oh yes, he remembered. The firm had several court reporters on staff, but when he’d done the Martin deposition everyone had been busy, and they’d had to hire an outside reporter. That had only been two days ago, true, but he’d expected to see the finished product of that meeting tonight.
    “Call them, tell them we want it. Now.”
    “It’s after five, Burke.” Zoey headed toward the door. Of all the paralegals, she was the mouthiest, and he appreciated the fact she didn’t take crap from him, or anyone else. “Besides, according to the contract we have with Phelps and Jones, they have until tomorrow to get us the file. You’ll just have to cool your jets and wait for it.”
    She hurried through the door and Burke laughed. She was right. He would just have to wait. But he didn’t know about cooling his heels. He glanced at his watch. Two hours and fifteen minutes to go.
    The thought of Serendipity’s sexy voice describing how she would suck his prick made him stiffen. He planned to get off at least twice tonight; once while she described sucking his cock, the other while she squirmed as he tied her up, then fucked her tight pussy. Or maybe he’d virtually give it to her up the ass again. She’d enjoyed the thought last night, that was for sure. He’d never heard a woman so thrilled about having a cock in her mouth, pussy and ass at the same time.
    Tonight, though, it would be just the two of them. He didn’t plan to rush, and the operator had told him that Serendipity only worked until one. He’d booked her tonight and tomorrow night, and then for the Christmas party.
    By the time that happened, he planned to know every virtual inch of Serendipity’s body. He would know what made her come, and what ideas made her scream the loudest. Then, if he were lucky, he’d convince her to go to her computer and turn on her webcam so he could watch her fuck herself with the dildo.
    But he wouldn’t try that tonight. It was too soon for that. First they’d play some more; and by the end of their time tonight, she would be panting from exertion, begging him to let her rest. And he would. Until tomorrow night. Then he would wear her out again, and love every minute of it.
    * * * *
    Fallon felt like she was rushing through her calls. As she’d suspected, neither of them wanted sex. Chuck was upset because his car was on its last legs, and Steve was upset because his mother was trying to fix him up with a woman he didn’t care for. They’d spent their hours lamenting their woes and Fallon—rather Serendipity—listened and sympathized with them, all the while watching the clock and wondering when her hours with Mr. X would start.
    To make up for the fact that she felt she’d been less than attentive, she docked their call time by half, charging them for thirty minutes instead of an hour. Both of them could use it, she thought, and they were regulars.
    “Consider it a Christmas gift,” she said as