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“My hand dips down to stroke your pussy…yes, you’re wet, god so wet and slick. My finger flicks over your clit, and I feel you wiggle. Your hips beg for more and thrust toward my hand.”

“Ooh, that feels great,” Regan gasped and lay back on the floor. Her hand slid underneath her lacy panties. She was wet. Her fingers smoothed across her swollen clit, and her other hand pinched her nipple simultaneously.

“I rub your clit nice and slow…my finger swirls around it…so sweet.”

Regan could feel his fingers pleasuring her. His hands were so talented. She groaned and bucked her hips up, her body begging for more.

“I have to explore. My finger slides down to tease your tight hole, and it’s hot as I slip my finger in. Mercy, I feel you tighten around it, tighten and pull…I ease it out slowly then thrust back in.” Damon’s voice rasped out again.

“More, give me more!” Regan pleaded.

“I slip another finger inside you. I take my time to stroke you. Mercy, I can feel your wetness cover my fingers. You’re hot, ready to release….all you need is for me thrust in and out at a steady pace. I hold back, and my thumb glides over your clit while my fingers explore inside you.”

Regan’s fingers moved inside her pussy then out, her fingers coated with her lubricant. Slick, hot heat collected. She thrummed her clit in a constant rhythm and focused on Damon’s voice. A slow tingle began to build in her swollen folds. Her pace increased with her hips thrusting up and up. “Faster, harder, please, now!” her voice demanded.

“My mouth covers your breast. I suck it hard, and my fingers glide in and out of you while my thumb rubs your pink clit. I can’t help my excitement. My teeth graze your nipple. My fingers begin to thrust harder and harder. Oh, yes, faster. My tongue flicks your nipple as I continue to pleasure you with my fingers,” Damon said, and she could hear his labored breathing through the phone. “My hand is furiously pounding in. Shit, I can’t hold on any longer!” Damon yelled out.

Regan screamed out as her fingers played across her clit. Damon’s excitement sent her over the edge. “Oh, yes, Damon, yesss!” she squealed. Her hips bucked up hard then slightly relaxed and bucked up again, drawing as much pleasure as she could. Finally her body stilled and sporadically jerked from aftershocks. “Mmm, heavens yes!” Her head lolled back and forth on the floor, her arm embracing her stomach. “That was awesome!”

Damon breathed heavily over the phone, and Regan had a pretty good idea that he got off, too. “Oh, Damon, I feel—wow!” Regan couldn’t help the giddy sensation that overcame her. She giggled and sighed.

“I aim to please, beautiful.”

“I guess that was phone sex, ah, wonderful phone sex.” Regan sighed.

“You’re telling me!” Damon laughed. “The only thing I wish I could do now is hold you in my arms, kiss your sweet face and neck, and then cuddle until we fall asleep.”

“That sounds wonderful. I wish you were here,” Regan said, trying to find the energy to get up off the floor.

“Sweetheart, go take your shower and get ready for bed then call me back.” Damon said softly.

“A hot shower sounds great. I’ll call back in about fifteen minutes,” Regan said while finally getting up on two wobbly legs.

The hot water felt wonderful on her sensitive skin. She couldn’t believe the wild events that were occurring lately but was so happy they were. Bree was correct. She had been unhappy. It wasn’t her business causing it. It was pure loneliness. Unsure of where this relationship with Damon was heading, she decided to just enjoy it for as long as it lasted. She was just happy to be finally living without regret, filling each day with new adventures that she had denied herself for years.

She hurried to finish up showering. She couldn’t wait to call Damon back and hear his voice again. Of course she wondered what was next. Currently, she was completely sated and relaxed. No extra phone sex was required, tonight anyway.

Regan dressed quickly and climbed into bed. She felt the same as Damon. She wished they could cuddle and fall asleep in each other’s arms also. Oh well, this would have to do. She sighed and reached for her phone.

“Hi, gorgeous,” Damon answered.

Regan’s heart soared. He was off about gorgeous, she thought, but it sounded so good to hear anyway. “Mmm, hello lover!”

“Ooh, lover, I like it!” Damon said, growling.

They spent the next two hours enjoying each other’s company. It was time they used to find out more about each other, tell silly stories about growing up, and laugh. Damon told Regan about what it was like to grow up on a ranch and goofy stories about his brother Drew and shenanigans they pulled.

Regan shared stories about being the daughter of two school teachers. How tough it was because she was expected to be at the top of the class, given her parents’ occupation and their ability to help her along. She told him about her dream to travel the world on one of those forty-five day trips and how it had been hard to keep that dream alive because she didn’t have anyone to share it with.

The chatting turned to the club and their plan. They shared ideas and decided upon an ultimate goal by the end of the week. Both knew that the chances were slim given the short timeline, but Regan felt compelled to try her hardest, knowing how important it was for Damon to know for sure.

When Regan yawned, Damon chuckled. “You better get some sleep, sweetheart.”

“I know.” She yawned again.

“I’m holding you in my arms, and my hand is caressing your face. You can feel the warmth of my body against yours. I whisper in your ear, ‘Good night beautiful. I will see you in the morning.’”

Regan’s eyes fluttered, and a smile beamed across her face. “Good night, Damon, my sexy cowboy.”

Chapter Six

 

Regan awoke stretching, her mind and body relaxed. She thought about the night before and grinned. It had been the most wonderful night she had ever spent on the phone or even with a man, for that matter. She pulled the blankets around her neck and snuggled into her pillow. This was the first time in years she hadn’t bolted out of bed with the sun and her mind racing through a schedule of events.

With the shop covered for the week, she had time to put all her energy into the club, a dance routine, and finding out if Shay was a good girl or bad girl. Maybe Damon was a little overprotective of his brother, Drew. She had considered that aspect. After all, if his dad was gone a lot, Damon may have stepped up to look after him.

Really, it didn’t matter. What mattered was Damon wanted to know, and Regan was happy and excited to help. She considered the money but really didn’t want it. The last few days had more than covered the bill.

She had a quick breakfast and began to practice her routine. Six o’clock would come fast given she was on a deadline. The most important thing she had to accomplish was a believable routine and one that seemed as if she had some experience.

“Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy),” played on her stereo while she danced. She thought it was very appropriate given the circumstances. Yes, she’d like to ride a cowboy all right. Her body swayed in time to the music. She thought about their phone sex and closed her eyes, allowing her desire to propel her movements. Her hips rocked as her hands slid down her chest to her stomach.

Picturing Damon and recalling his voice helped her find her inner stripper. The steps came easily when she gave herself to the music and let it guide her. Her legs parted then slid down into the splits. She rolled forward onto her belly and pulled herself up off the floor onto her knees. She crawled forward and immediately snapped up to her knees in tune to the music. This was the part where she would take off her top, but since she was still wearing her pajamas she just pretended at this point and laughed through it.

When the song ended she flopped back on her couch and giggled. She kind of felt goofy stripping alone in her living room. Oh well, she thought, and wiped the sweat from her forehead. At this point, the dancing didn’t bother her. It was a club full of men and other dancers with lots of experience that did. She hoped they wouldn’t see through her. If she could just learn the ropes tonight she’d be okay, she figured, and headed to her kitchen for a glass of water.

 

* * * *

 

Damon checked out of the hotel and was thankful his stay was over, almost. He looked at his watch. He was expected to meet his brother and father for an early lunch to discuss some town hall events his father would be attending. Campaign time was coming up fast, and Damon wasn’t looking forward to it. It would require all of his time, constant travel, and basically doing things he didn’t like to do to begin with.

The ranch was where Damon’s heart wanted to be, among other places. After his fantastic phone call to Regan last night, all he could think of was getting back to Dallas. She was dancing tonight, and there was no way in hell he was going to miss that. And as soon as her shift was over, he’d be whisking her out of there.

He thought about the plan and hoped he could find out what he needed to know. His father was utterly clueless about Drew’s fiancée, and he wanted to keep it that way. It was really simple though. If Shay was indeed a
good
girl and was truly in love with Drew then he’d give his blessings. But if he found anything at all that would compromise his family’s name or harm his father’s campaign then it would be “Adios, Shay” one way or another. Truly, he wasn’t judging the girl for her particular career choice, but one could never be sure if that was where it ended.

The other thought that ran through his mind was how Regan would pull this off. He couldn’t believe she was actually going to do this. His heart swelled with pride. Regan was just remarkable. There wasn’t anything that woman couldn’t do if she set her mind to do so. Still, it would be a difficult task for anyone who had never experienced that world, and she definitely had not. He could tell when he had watched her eyes flicker as they absorbed the atmosphere. It was exciting and appealed to her inner naughty girl. In other words, it got her completely hot, and he so loved that it did.

He laughed and shook his head as he got into his truck.
A florist playing stripper, I like it!

“Damon!” Drew yelled out across the parking lot.

Damon shut his door and turned to see his smiling younger brother walking his way. “Hey man, how goes it?”

“I’d be better if I was anywhere but here! Damn I’m tired of running for office.” Drew shook his head. His blue eyes gleamed under his Stetson hat.

Drew wasn’t as tall as Damon, but they resembled each other with their brown hair, wide shoulders, and boyish faces. Younger by three years, Drew was wilder than Damon and not as polished.

“Man, I know, but he needs us,” Damon said but felt the same.

“Hey, I’d like for you to meet Shay, I’m going to the club later.” Drew said, throwing out his invitation.

Damon frowned, he would rather not go to the club with Drew. He was on a couple of missions and neither included his brother. Plus, it would be damn hard to talk with Regan. This sucked. “I don’t know man, strip clubs are really not my thing,” he said. Maybe he could get a disguise, too.

“Dude, really, I’m going to marry her. I thought you’d be happy for me and want to meet her. After all, come November, she’ll be family,” Drew said, standing with his hackles up.

Damn, this sucked on many levels. Damon scrubbed his chin and looked at Drew. He was his brother and best friend. What could he do? “Fine, I’ll go, but-”

“You’ll have fun. The girls there are hot, and you’ll like Shay. I know it. She’s sweet and funny, real down-to-earth,” Drew interjected quickly.

“I know you think you love her, but don’t you think this is a little quick?” Damon couldn’t help his mouth. Open, insert foot.

“You’re an ass. I really thought you’d be happy for me…damn. I normally run and play and you lecture me, and now I want to settle down and you lecture me. What the fuck, man?” Drew began to get irate.

Damon rolled his eyes and walked past Drew toward the restaurant. Drew was right, and he really hated that. There was no sense in arguing about it, so when Drew caught up and walked alongside of him, he looked over. “Sorry, I’ll go and keep an open mind. I just want you to be happy, that’s all.”

“I am, when I’m with her,” Drew said and walked past Damon into the restaurant.

 

* * * *

 

Four o’clock came, and Regan’s palms began to get clammy. She tried to believe this would be easy.
Huh, wrong.
When she heard a knock at the door she was grateful. It was Bree, and she needed her right now.

“Thank goodness you’re here,” Regan said as she opened the door for Bree.

Bree came through the door with her makeup kit. “Ah, I have a feeling I know. You’re not backing out are you, after all the work we have done?” she asked with a brow raised.

“No...I, no, I’m not,” Regan stuttered.

Bree’s eyes softened as she looked at Regan, and her lips curved into a smile. “You really don’t have to go through with this. I’ll love you anyway.” She set the cosmetics down and put her hands on her hips.

“I want to. I just need…maybe a little encouragement.” That was it. She needed Bree to tell her to break a leg.

“Honey, you’ll be great! I have seen you dance, when you still had hobbies and danced,” she nodded, thinking back. “Why did you ever give it up?”

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