Perfect Partners

changed my mind. Do it again, please.” She grabbed at his shoulders.
    Then he was letting her ride the heat of his leg once more. It was the most incredibly erotic thing Letty had ever experienced.
    “Oh, my God.” She was dimly aware that her vocabulary had become extremely limited.
    “Anything else, boss?” Joel kissed her throat.
    “The bed,” she gasped.
    “What about it?”
    “I want to be on it. I’m going crazy. I must be out of my mind. Put me on the bed.”
    Without a word, he eased her down so that her feet touched the floor. Then he scooped her up and carried her over to the bed. He settled her lightly on the rumpled sheets.
    When he started to pull away, Letty opened her eyes at last and clutched at him. “No, wait. Come here.”
    Joel grinned faintly. “I take it I’m not finished yet?”
    “No, you are not finished. I want to try some other things.” She licked her lips, willing him to come closer again.
    “Why am I not surprised?” He came down onto the bed beside her. He propped himself up on his elbow and moved one jeaned leg lightly against hers. “So what else did you learn in those articles and books that you want to try now?”
    “Touch me.”
    “Here?” His fingertips moved over her breasts again. “You have beautiful breasts, Letty.”
    “Thank you,” she said breathlessly, not knowing how else to respond to such a compliment. Philip had never told her she had beautiful breasts. God, she felt beautiful all over right now. “Lower, please.”
    “Hmm?” His tongue was on her nipple.
    Letty swallowed, summoning up her courage. She had gone too far to stop now. She had to see if it would work. “Move your hand lower.”
    “Here?” Joel’s hand moved down to rest on her belly. His fingers splayed across her skin, heavy and warm.
    “Lower,” she ordered in a desperate, tiny voice.
    His fingers slipped through the triangle of honey brown curls until they found the dampening folds of flesh between her legs. “Here?”
    “
Yes
.” Letty lay stunned under the sensual impact of his touch. Her fingers dug into the sheet beneath her. Her toes flexed and pointed, and then her knees lifted. She could barely speak when she tried her next command.
    “A little higher, please.”
    “Like this?”
    Joel’s finger drifted upward with tantalizing slowness, and suddenly he was touching a part of her that Letty had read a great deal about in the past few years. A part that had never seemed to function according to specifications until now.
    She thought she would go through the roof. “Yes. Right
there
. Right
there
.”
    “Do you like circles or long, slow strokes?”
    “I don’t know. Try both.” She was breathing quickly, as if she were jogging or working out.
    “Circles.” Joel’s fingers moved lightly.
    “Oh, my God.”
    “Strokes.” Joel altered the pattern.
    “Oh, my
God
.”
    “Which do you want, boss?”
    “I don’t know. Either. Both. Just keep doing it.”
    “Whatever you say.”
    For long, glorious minutes Letty gave herself up to the incredible sensations that were budding swiftly within her. Occasionally Joel asked for further instructions. She gave them eagerly, trying different patterns until she found the ones that seemed to have been designed precisely for her body.
    “Joel, it feels so good. So good. I can’t believe it.”
    “Neither can I,” he muttered. His fingers were wet and slick with her essence. He whispered something else, but Letty did not catch it.
    “What?” she asked.
    “Nothing, honey. Anything else you want to try?”
    “I don’t know. This is good enough. Better than anything I’ve ever felt before. Wonderful. Joel, I don’t think I can stand much more.” Letty arched her hips up off the bed, pushing against his fingers. One of them slid just inside her. “
Joel
.”
    “I’m still here, babe. I’m not going anywhere. Are you sure there isn’t anything else you want to try? No other commands you want to give me tonight?”
    There
was
something else about which she was extremely curious, but there was no way on earth she could ask him to do
that
. Not this first time, at any rate. Not until she knew him a lot better. Not until she’d had a chance to feel him out on the subject.
    “I’m fine, Joel. This is wonderful. Oh, my God.”
    “You ever read any articles on this?” Joel kissed her stomach, and then she felt his breath fanning the curls of hair that shielded her softness.
    “
Joel
.”
    “Did