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  At her soft sigh, the hairs on his arms rose. Just when he started to question if his mind was playing tricks on him, because the soft sigh had bordered on a moan, she made another one, deeper this time.

  “100, 99, 98, 97…”

  Holy fuck. He stabbed the space bar to pause the audio, his breath rasping with each exhale. The sound of her moans kept ringing in his ears though. This wasn’t just a simple recording. She’d sent an audio of her masturbating.

  His attention transfixed on the time. Still, close to five minutes. He ran his hands over his face, a cold sweat breaking out over his forehead. He’d experience plenty of kinky shit in his life, but this just might take the cake.

  Grady had two options: Wait until his friends left to finish listening to the recording, which could be eons from now since only Oliver had made it so far. Or finish listening to what was clearly an audio sex tape.

  She was probably anxiously waiting at her computer for a reply. Wouldn’t it be fucked up if he made her wait? His gaze narrowed as his heart thudded in anticipation. Yeah. Yeah.

  So Grady did what any reasonable man would do when confronted with an audio of a woman masturbating—he got up, closed the office door and hit play again.

  “85, 84…” She groaned, low and long. “Grady, I don’t think I’m going to make it to one. Feels too good. 83.”

  His dick made an attempt to punch a hole in his jeans. And every inch of his skin pulled tight, heating in slow degrees. And Jesus Christ, he should have waited until everyone had left. Should have fucking waited.

  He gripped the head of his cock through the rough material of his jeans and squeezed. Anything more and he’d have to unzip his pants to find release from the tension pulsating through his every limb.

  “67…65…” This time her moan sounded pained.

  He closed his eyes and tried to imagine what had made her lose count. Pinching her nipples? Dipping two fingers into her pussy? Or just teasing her clit? Fuck. Fuck. He stroked his dick without thought, tracing the hard ridge in his fist.

  “52…Yes. Yes. Shit. I’m not going to make it. I’m so wet.”

  She said the last with such lost wanton desire, he groaned. A soft clatter of noise followed, then movement over sheets and then he heard just how wet she was. He knew that soft slippery sound, would never mistake it for anything else. She must have moved her phone closer to her pussy.

  Eva was fucking herself with just her hand. The gentle rhythmic slurp as she worked her fingers in and out proved it. And she was very wet to have made that sound.

  “36, 35…Hmmm. 33…”

  Tension turned his spine into steel. He balled his hands and pressed them to his eyes. He’d come with her if he kept his hand on his cock. Fuck, it was too tempting to see how long he could last with her. Who gave a shit about guests downstairs?

  Apparently he did, because Grady didn’t put his hand back on his dick as the countdown continued. By the time she got to ten, her moans had heightened in pitch. And he wanted to climb out of his own fucking skin.

  “One,” she panted. “Oh, God. Yes. Oh. Yes. Yes.”

  He dropped his hands to his lap and his gaze darted to the time left. A minute. She continued her soft cries for another thirty seconds and then her laugh filled his room. He could only describe her laugh with two words: naughty and satisfied.

  “I’m probably never going to send this to you. Ever.” She chuckled again, but she followed it with a languid sigh. “But if I do, now you know the sound of my voice, Grady.”

  Once again there was a clatter of noise. Finally, the recording stopped. All he could do was sit there, hot and his hard dick pinned along his leg by his jeans. It became clear what he’d have to do—murder his brother. If Wade hadn’t intruded on his night, Grady could have played this on his stereo system downstairs. He could have listened to it half the night and gotten off until he passed out from dehydration.

  That primitive urge aside, the woman he’d fantasized about for months had sent him something very real, very raw of herself. What could he say in reply? Thank you?

  Screw a video chat, let’s meet in person?

  He couldn’t think. Her moans still seemed to echo in his head. So he just sat there until all the blood rushed back to his brain.

  That took a while.

  CHAPTER TWO

  “Oh, you’ve got Addison for American History,” Eva March’s sister gushed. “God, he’s hot.”

  Eva narrowed her eyes, still facing her laptop. If Lauren could see the class schedule five feet away, that meant her sister was reading the computer screen. Over Eva’s shoulder. Just like that the kitchen felt so much smaller and so did her world.

  She sucked in a breath, pushed it back out and tried not to take the nosy action as a hit to her pride. Lauren knew just how many knuckle-scrapes Eva earned to just sit in her kitchen and look at a class schedule like a normal person, and they were bonding over that, dammit. Hell, her sister had some scrapes of her own in that fight.

  They were in in this together so today they weren’t going to fight. Today they’d have a good time with each other, despite the fact this visit was pushy and intrusive….

  No. Not fighting. Not pushing Lauren out of the door with a loveyoubyebye!

  Since those weren’t insurmountable affirmations, Eva said in a mild tone, “I guess there are perks to being an admin at a university. You know all the staff by name.”

  Lauren made an absent agreement. The hairs on the back of Eva’s neck tried to crawl to her forehead. She glanced back.

  Her sister’s blonde hair fell across her heart-shaped face as she continued to strain her neck to see the computer screen. With her big brown eyes, full, pink lips and a bra-size any Playboy Bunny would pay for, most people would think her sister was some airhead. The tight black T-shirt, even tighter jeans and heels wouldn’t dissuade anyone of that notion.

  Those folks should pay attention to the tight lines around her mouth and the sharp gleam in her gaze that never seemed to miss a single detail.

  Kind of the way her sister was looking now. Eva snapped her laptop shut and whirled in the kitchen chair to give Lauren a shitty, stop-invading-my-privacy glare.

  Shrewd as always, her sister let her gaze dance over the kitchen as though she hadn’t invaded Eva’s privacy. Or maybe just like Eva, Lauren didn’t want to fight today either.

  “You were saying…” Eva said, offering the olive branch.

  “He has these piercing blue eyes that seem to look right through you. And I could probably wash my shirt on his abs.”

  Then it dawned on her sister what she was saying and who she was saying it to. “I mean…I should date him.”

  Eva took the verbal slap with only a flinch. “That was my assumption.”

  An uncomfortable silence followed the words. Maybe Eva could have made a better effort to fill it, but her mind was stuck on Grady.

  Had he replied to her email? If he did, she didn’t want an audience. Her already damp palms just might weep sweat if she had to read his response while prying eyes watched her every movement.

  This time her sister offered the olive branch. “Why are you all dressed up?”

  She’d done her make-up, dressed girly and even put on heels. Grady wouldn’t have been able to see the fuck-me heels, but it was the principle of the matter. “I had plans before you came over.”

  She hesitated and then decided the olive branch was just too damn thin to admit it was a video chat with a man she’d met online.

  Lauren straightened to her full height, placing her hands on her hips. “I didn’t know. I…just thought I’d check in on you. You know, have some girl talk.”

  Yeah…no. The thin ass olive branch wouldn’t survive a full “girl talk” confession. There would be a Code Red: Concern Trolling if her sister knew about the audio sex tape. The whim from a few weeks back didn’t need that level of flailing. It was—the night she’d made it, Grady and her had chatted about turn-ons. Something new for
them. The frank, vulnerable conversation hadn’t lasted long, but had been filled with enough details to keep her imagination working overtime.

  Hours later, frustrated and achy, she’d trolled Tumblr. So…she’d played the sexual game of counting backward to one hundred until she came. She’d recorded it with every intent to send the file to him that night. And then lost her nerve until Lauren had knocked on Eva’s door. Her night had gone up in flames and for a moment she’d wanted to be normal, reckless and naughty.

  Since he’d been the fantasy in her mind, it was only right to send the audio to him after yet another failed attempt to connect outside of the forums.

  Well, a connection where they both felt safe. Okay, a connection that kept her bubble of comfort intact.

  Yeah, so a sexy audio…Lauren had plenty to say just about the online relationship, no matter how innocent it had been—up until now. She’d flip about the recording.

  The only thing her sister approved of was Eva going back to college. If not for the promise of a pay raise at her web designing job if she at least had her Bachelor’s, going back to school probably wouldn’t have happened either. She’d worked as a web designer since 21 just fine without one. But more money? She’d take it.

  She’d also avoid the concern trolling. Win-win.

  Eva’s phone vibrated on the table and her heart skipped. He’d emailed her. Maybe. She didn’t know and shouldn’t check while her sister breathed down her neck.

  But…

  Splitting her attention between the phone and her sister, Eva muttered, “Well, you’ve checked on me. As you can see I’m fine.”

  Lauren huffed and shifted closer. “You start school tomorrow. Do you have everything?”

  “I’m fine.” She bit her lip to keep from saying anything else.

  Maybe if this was eight years ago that question would have been nice and kind. But at twenty-eight, it was patronizing. She didn’t need her sister’s hand to cross the street anymore. Those were days long gone.

  Lauren shifted into her line of sight. “Did you take your pills?”

  A knot started to twist in Eva’s gut and rose to her throat. She swallowed it back down. “Yes.”

  Appeased, her sister waltzed by her to get to the fridge. Eva’s kitchen looked like a happy place. The cloud-shaped oven mitts only highlighted the sky blue paint.

  “What’s for dinner?” her sister asked.

  The action made her feel checked off a to-do list. Water plants. Check. Make sure sister wasn’t going to fall off the deep end again. Check.

  Underneath the hovering and smothering was a legit worry. At one time Eva had needed reminding, someone to hover. Lauren had been Mom and Dad well before then. At some point though, Eva had gotten her shit together.

  Her sister ignored the memo, the billboards, the PSAs and kept filling that role. Every now and again they’d meet halfway and be sisters, but it wasn’t as often as Eva liked. Maybe the well-defined and comfortable role gave her sister purpose. It just gave Eva a headache sometimes.

  Breathe in. Push it back out. Don’t jump on that rickety-ass branch.

  Calm again, Eva said with a forced lightness in her voice, “Should have known you just wanted to eat up my food. Stop buying so much damn take-out and you might have money for groceries.”

  Lauren ran a hand through her corn-silk tresses, a warm smile tugging at her lips. Eva’s cell phone vibrated a second time so she missed the first part of the reply.

  “…ready for tomorrow, but now that I know you have Addison, I just might walk you to class.”

  Too tempted to ignore the second notification, she brought her laptop back to life. “I thawed some steaks. And who is Addison? Why don’t you ask him out?”

  “He’s an adjunct so I don’t see him often, but every time we run into each other I make not so subtle hints I want him to ask me out.”

  Her fingers started to tremble after typing in her email’s password. The first two messages were from Grady. She checked the old one first. There was nothing in the message. She closed it out and opened the newer one.

  captaintightpants313@zmail.com

  4:30 PM

  My brother and friends are downstairs. And I can hear one of them climbing the steps now, probably to see what I’m doing. So, I’ll make this short and to the point.

  1 559 555 8162 That’s my cell. Call me when you get the chance. And if you call me tonight, I’m kicking everyone out.

  Heat rushed to her face as she began to reply. So wrapped up she hadn’t noticed the quiet. The intensity of her sister’s stare froze her fingers. Eva sighed and closed the laptop.

  “I’ll chop,” she offered. “You can tell me more about Addison.”

  Unfazed, her sister tilted her head, the suspicion clear in the way her brown eyes glinted. “Who are you talking to? Is it that guy again? I told you, he’s probably some creep, just looking for someone to duct tape in his basement.”

  “Addison,” Eva said, using her brightest tone. “Tell me all about him.”

  Lauren gave her an I-know-what-you’re-doing look, but apparently this man was a ten. Her sister dropped the tirade and smiled wistfully. “He’s about thirty, probably a little over. Great ass, great smile. He’s worked there for about a year. From the gossip I’ve heard, his brother is like this genius astrophysicists. They’re in tight with the Dean and can pretty much get away with murder.”

  Something about that description turned her blood into ice. “You said he’s adjunct?”

  “A serious history buff. He got top scores on his first annual reviews But like I said, his father was friend’s with the Dean back in the day. It’s why he’s able to skate along without going for his Ph.D. Back scratching is a thing.”

  She could literally feel the blood draining out of her face. Thankfully, her sister was so focused on feeding herself, she didn’t pick up the reaction.

  “What’s his first name?” The question sounded far away since the blood in Eva’s head had started to whoosh in her ears.

  “Grady. It’s so old-fashioned, but kind of fits him.”

  Grady was her online crush’s first name. Too many details were lining up for her to brush them off. “Why did you call him Addison?”

  “Habit. I have to call all the staff Professor or Instructor or their last name.” Her sister stopped rummaging in the fridge long enough to stare at her. “You know this.”

  She did but her inner-self was flailing around and hyperventilating. “What does he look like? Other than blue eyes? Does he wear glasses?”

  That finally snapped her sister to attention. “Why?”

  Why? Her online fantasy man could be the same guy her sister lusted after in real life. Her and her sister finally agreed on something without bickering first, for once—Grady was a ten. And, Grady, he was supposed to be…nowhere near the real her. If and when she decided to reveal all of her real self, she could. But not if he knew Lauren.

  Much to her surprise, her voice remained steady when she said, “You’ve been lusting after him. One would think you could write an ode to his looks.”

  “Yes,” Lauren replied in a slow tenor. “He wears glasses. Sandy brown hair. Tall, lean, muscular. Why?”

  “I think I saw him when I registered,” she easily lied.

  No. She’d seen Grady Addison when he sent her a picture two months ago. She’d melted. He’d looked like a walking wet dream. On more than one occasion she’d just stared at the photo. He had his arm thrown over his brother’s shoulder. They’d shared a wicked, naughty smile, along with blue eyes and a muscular frame. It was clear they were close from their body language. More telling than that, he’d chosen that photo instead of one by himself.

  So…that meant she’d just sent her history professor an audio of herself masturbating. A sense of deja vu kicked in, shadowing the edges of her vision. Dread made a home in her gut and she had to swallow to beat back the nausea.

  Lauren shifted closer to her, concern clear in her frow
n lines. “Are you sure you took your pills?”

  Pills. They didn’t fix her. They just made her problems manageable. She would have said those words out loud but that argument always led to Lauren believing that Eva would stop taking them. Her sister had seen her at her lowest and never wanted to experience it again. Neither did Eva. Something else they agreed on without bickering. The point of contention was always how her sister went about showing her love.

  “I’m going to peel the potatoes,” Eva said in an attempt to avoid the argument. “You do a better steak than me.”

  “Why can’t you just give me a straight answer?” The frustration made her sister’s words sharp.

  Anger sparked hot in her chest. Wanting to avoid an argument didn’t mean Eva let anyone just walk all over her. For years her sister had been the person to hold her up, to be the guide, but at some point Eva stood on her own. But the reflex to save was so ingrained Lauren remained at the ready. Sometimes she just went out of her way whenever she believed Eva was making a mistake, again.

  And again, Eva had to lay out their new boundaries, the tone of their relationship. Be the bad guy. She hated this shit.

  “You’re not my mom.” She stopped because her voice had a wobble. “Mom is in the Bahamas probably screwing the cabana boys. Dad’s still at the law office downtown, probably working his way up to the next heart attack. And there’s you, I love you, but stop. I told you I’m fine.”

  Eva softened her voice. This was hard for them. For years they were the only two people they could depend on. Then eight years ago Lauren had been the strong one for the both of them.

  “I know how to ask for help when I need it. I promise. You can go about your life without worry or at least put me at the bottom of your list. Go out with your friends. Date. Have lots of sex. Drink. Do it all again and still I’ll be fine.”

  Lauren frowned but the stubborn tilt of her chin meant the next words wouldn’t be okay, I understand. “But—”

  Eva sighed. “If you can’t stop, you need to go.”