Call Me
Book 1 in the Jokers Wild series
Publisher: Samhain Publishing
Genre(s): Erotic Contemporary

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Kayla followed behind him, drinking the coffee she had brought and watching the way his buns moved in his pants. Dylan set the briefcase and his jacket on the coffee table, opened the door, and picked up the newspaper that she walked over before she came in his apartment. “Hmm.” he grumbled, causing Kayla to grin sheepishly in response.

“Reaching over to her, he took the cup out of her hands and walked to the sink. “Hey, I was drinking that,” she cried, as he poured it down the drain.

“And your medical insurance will thank me later.” Rinsing out the cup, Dylan moved to his coffee machine and poured her a fresh cup of coffee.

For your information I don’t have medical insurance,” pouted Kayla as she hopped onto the kitchen counter. She swung her legs back and forth, kicking them into his lower cabinets. Dylan stepped in front of her and raised his eyebrow, and handed her the steaming cup.

Kayla stopped kicking immediately. It was pure habit, nervous energy in motion. “Sorry,” she muttered, wrapping her hands around the warm cup, inhaling the strong aroma. Taking a sip, she looked up in surprise, “this is better.”

“It’s amazing what fresh grounds and a new fresh filter can do,” he smirked. Pouring himself a cup, Dylan leaned back against the counter, and eyed her warily. “You’re in an annoyingly good mood.”

“I am, aren’t I?” Kayla teased. “Last night after talking to you, I was inspired.”

“I thought you were going to go to bed?”

“I couldn’t sleep.”

“Kayla…” Dylan warned.

“I can’t help it.” She shrugged. “When inspiration calls you have to pick up the phone.”

“Inspiration huh?” he asked, his eyes gleaming “Look, if it has anything to do with masturbation and Disneyland, I don’t want to hear about it, unless you videotaped it and did a sexy voice- over.”

He was such a tease. Dylan was always making comments about how sexy her voice was and if she thought for one minute that he was serious, she would run full force and attack him. Kayla secretly wondered what Dylan would think if he knew that he was the star of some of her late night self-love sessions. Probably die laughing, she thought with a grin. “Well I guess you won’t get to hear about it then.”

“Please tell me I inspired you to go to Disneyland.”
“No,” she grinned. Kayla loved talking to Dylan. He had a dry sense of humor that always made her smile, no matter how terrible she was feeling.

“And you couldn’t take time to pull out the video camera?’ he asked, sounding hurt.

“No, I’m rewiring my camera. Remember?” she reminded him, swinging her foot back and forth. Dylan reached out and grabbed her leg, forcing her to stop.

“What was your great idea this time, Professor?” Dylan teased, calling her by the nickname he gave her for her absentmindedness.

“When I got off the phone with you last night, I began to think of masturbation.”

“Me too,” Dylan mumbled.

“What?”

“Nothing, continue.”

“And I started thinking of you and masturbation, and Eureka! It came to me.” Kayla said, pointing to the black bag.

“What is it?” Dylan question warily.

“Open it up. It’s my newest invention.” She urged, dying to see his response. “I’m going to revolutionize the sex toy business.”

“You’re making a sex toy?” His voice thickened as he looked down at the bag in his hand.

“Yes,” Kayla said. “I need you to help me test it out.”

“Let me get this straight. You want me to help you with a toy?”

“Yes.”

“What kind of sex toy is it?” he questioned.

“An anal vibrator.”

“You want me to use an anal vibrator on you?” he questioned. A huge grin spread across his mouth as he opened the bag up and pulled out the anal plug.

“No silly.” Kayla laughed. “I want you to use it.”

Confused, Dylan looked up and asked, “On…”

“On yourself, of course.”