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“I would never have believed a day could drag on like this one did.” Gable was in bed again, waiting by the phone, and answered it on the F rst ring. “I swear to God it’s like time stood still.”

“I know what you mean. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Just three more days.”

“So what time do I get to see you on Saturday?” Gable asked.

“I’m supposed to be done at two. Why don’t you come over at two F fteen? That’ll give me enough time to get home and get changed.”

“Can I bring anything?”

“Nope. Got it covered. Just bring yourself. Oh, and try to get caught up on your sleep between now and then. You’ll need your rest.”

“Will I?”

“Mmm-hmm. And don’t expect to get home early. Or at all. I want to take my time F nding out what turns you on.”

Gable groaned as a rush of liquid heat infused her body. “You know what you’re doing to me, don’t you?”

“I sure hope so, because I’m dyin’ here! I’m about ready to just come over there right now and ravish you!”

“Ravish me?” Gable gulped. “Oh, great. Thanks for that mental picture. There goes any chance of me getting any rest tonight!”

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Thursday night she got into bed almost as soon as she got home at ten. But though she was beat from her long day doing inventory, she still had to talk to Erin before she could sleep. And she found that despite her exhaustion, her body responded to the sound of Erin’s voice as soon as she came on the line.

“Just two more days until you get to have your way with me,”

Erin teased.

“You can be a cruel woman, Erin. You really like getting me all hot and bothered, don’t you?”

Erin chuckled. “Fair’s fair. You do it to me too. Guess what I did today?”

“Tell me.”

“I did some searching on the Internet.”

“For?”

“Lesbian literature. You wouldn’t believe the stories I found online!”

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“Oh, really?”

“Yeah, very explicit stories. Let’s just say I have some new favorite authors. And I picked up a few ideas for Saturday.”

“You’re killing me, here,” Gable complained good-naturedly, throwing off the bedcovers to cool her overheated body.

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“Just one more day,” Erin said the next night when Gable answered the phone. “Actually, only sixteen hours or so…not that I’m counting, mind you.”

“Worth the wait,” Gable said.

“I hope you think so. I hope I can please you…”

“Don’t be nervous about that. I really don’t think that’s going to be a problem, believe me.”

“You don’t?”

“Erin, I get so incredibly turned on just thinking about being with you that I’m more worried that I’ll…uh…let’s just say I’m worried that it will all be over much too fast!”

“Well, if that happens, we’ll just have to practice until you’re entirely satisF ed with the timing.”

“Oh God, girl, you’re making me crazy. ” Gable couldn’t help it.

Her hand strayed to her nipple, rigid and sensitive, and began stroking it lightly. She could feel the dampness building between her legs. It wouldn’t take much for her to relieve this sexual tension.

“Good! It’s only fair that we suffer this deliciously torturous anticipation together.”

Suffer is right. Gable forced herself to stop. She knew only Erin’s hand…or mouth…could bring her any real satisfaction.

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Finally, it was Saturday.

Gable was so excited she couldn’t sleep past seven. She got up and made coffee and showered and dressed. She went online and checked her e-mail, absently munching on a bowl of cereal. Then she decided she didn’t like what she had chosen to wear, so she went through her closet and tried on another half dozen outF ts, F nally settling on khakis and a caramel-colored shirt with a tunic collar.

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