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Jinxx Mason rolled over in her big, comfortably rumpled bed and opened one eye. She had awakened to the bing of a message on her cell phone before her alarm clock rang. It was 6:58 a.m. That had been happening every morning lately. Before she picked up the phone, she said a quick prayer. Today would have been her mother’s sixty-fifth birthday if she hadn’t died the year before of breast cancer that had gone undetected until it was too late. Jinxx felt a moment of grief and then reached for the phone. Her mother would not have wanted her to be sad even for a minute, so she had to honor that.

Jinxx smiled when she saw the text message from Troy. She had met Troy Barnett when he instant-messaged her on Facebook over a month ago. She usually didn’t respond to that type of message from strange men, but there had just been something about Troy. He looked a little rough around the edges but handsome in the picture on his Facebook page.

He had been persistent and said she had a captivating smile. That had made her smile, captivating or not. After he’d messaged her three times, she finally deigned to say hello to him. That had started a daily correspondence that she had to admit made every day exciting. Unfortunately, or maybe not unfortunately, he lived in Los Angeles and she was in New York. A good, safe distance separated them and, what the hell? It was fun to have someone to flirt with safely—no commitment, no danger of an intimate relationship upsetting her comfortable applecart.

The contact with a handsome man made her feel alive and like she had someone in her life. Her brief and unsatisfying marriage had left her very cautious about men, and she usually preferred to do without rather than be disappointed. Her vibrator, Herbie, never disappointed or hurt her, unlike her ex-husband and a couple of guys she had dated over the years.

Jinxx, or Jacinta Mason, was forty years old and the senior litigation paralegal at the prestigious Wall Street law firm of Brampton Hamilton. She made great money and got to travel with her boss, Jim Hamilton, to assist with big trials all over the country and sometimes overseas. It was a dream job. She had worked for Jim for over fifteen years, and she was close friends with his wife, Trish.

Good morning, beautiful. I was thinking about you. It’s 4 a.m. here, and I’m about to go out for a run before I head to the job site. Have a great day and think of me, sexy. Barnett

She picked up her stylus and started to answer. I just rolled over and found your message. It’s 7 a.m. here. I can’t get used to this time difference. Have a good run. TTUL. Xoxox

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Troy Barnett tied his running shoes and grabbed a hooded sweatshirt from the rack near the door of his Los Angeles high-rise apartment in Harbor City.

That girl always brightened his day when he pictured her wide smile. That was what he had noticed on Facebook. She had a great smile and a curvy body that got his motor running—that and the fact that she wrote BDSM erotic romances on the side. He had checked out her Facebook fan page, and the book covers displayed there had caught his interest. He had to laugh at that. He wasn’t really sure what erotic romance was, but he knew he probably wanted some.

Troy had been trapped in a funk ever since the death of Peggy, his wife of fifteen years, from ovarian cancer. She had been his first love, and her death had left him ravaged and pessimistic, bringing his dour Scottish personality to the surface. Jinxx had been the first bright spot in his life in a long time, and he found himself looking forward to their messages and emails every morning and night. He felt like a kid in a candy store for the first time in years.

He was trying to keep his enthusiasm under control. He didn’t want to scare her off by being overzealous or too needy. He had to keep reminding himself that he was a stranger to her although she did not feel like a stranger to him. He had already developed some strong romantic feelings for Jinx despite the fact that they had not yet met. How weird is that?

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Jinxx bounced out of bed and headed to her bathroom. These morning messages from Troy always started her day with a little thrill, despite the three-hour time difference. She knew a lot about him since they had been messaging and emailing for a month, but there were still some gaps in her knowledge. Sometimes his one-word responses left her with more questions than answers. She knew he was a construction engineer and had worked on projects all over the world. He said he was forty-five, unmarried, and didn’t currently have a girlfriend.

Jinxx was amazed at the intimate connection they had made in such a short time. She had told Troy private things she had not even told her best friends. Maybe it was the anonymity of the written word on a cell phone or computer screen. They occasionally spoke on the phone, and she had to admit that his deep, rough voice with a pronounced Glasgow accent sent a thrill right to her clit.

ADULT EXCERPT

Troy set her down next to the bed and began unbuttoning her white shirt while she did the same with his chambray. He pushed the shirt off her shoulders and bent to kiss the tops of her breasts as they pushed up over the cups of the pink lace bra she wore. The pink lace was a soft contrast to the ivory skin sprinkled with a light dusting of cinnamon freckles on her shoulders. He wanted to lick every one of those freckles off her soft skin. He wanted to kiss every inch of her succulent body.

Troy unhooked the front closure of her bra and her breasts sprang free of the constraint. He’d always liked his women to have substance—physically, emotionally and intellectually. He knew from their long correspondence what she was made of emotionally and intellectually. He could now see for himself that, physically, Jinxx was perfect—round and ripe. He ran his hands down her back, cupped her plump ass, and pulled her into his hard-on. “You can feel that I’ve been anxiously waiting for you to get here.”

He flipped the button on the fly of her jeans, slid the zipper down, and pushed them down her hips. The matching pink lace thong slid down with them. She stepped out of her jeans and her pink leather ballet flats. He looked up and down her body and smiled. Jinx was a dream come true. He reached down to lick the raspberry nipples that were taunting him. He could swear they tasted sweet. Was that his imagination or some girlie body lotion? Whatever it was, he liked it. He liked it a lot. He stepped back to look at her. “You’re beautiful. Just beautiful. More so than I expected.”

Jinxx pushed the soft chambray fabric off his arms and reached for the snap of his jeans. Her fingers brushed against the soft, dark hair on his lower belly. She pushed the jeans down, and his unrestrained cock sprang free of the zipper. He usually didn’t bother with shorts when he wore jeans. Commando was just more convenient. He watched her eyes widen with shock at the size of his apparatus. “Wow. Is that thing going to fit?” He laughed at the second statement she’d made since she had walked into the suite.

“Nothing to worry about, girl. It will all be fine. I’ll take my time. I’m going to take my time with every inch of your gorgeous body.”

“Don’t take too much time. I’ve been waiting for you as long as you’ve been waiting for me.”

“Is that so, Jinxx? I’m glad to hear that.” He pulled a condom from his jeans pocket before he toed off his cowboy boots and stepped out of his jeans. Now they were both naked. He quickly donned the condom. He pushed her gently back onto the bed that was conveniently behind her. She bounced and her full breasts jiggled. He grinned as he came down on top of her, spreading her thighs open with his knees. Jinxx was a feast for all the senses, and he couldn’t wait to taste her.

Troy ran his fingers over her closely clipped mound. He had wondered many times what Jinxx would look like down there. He was glad she hadn’t had it waxed smooth. For some reason, that bothered him. He wanted a woman, not a little girl.

He found her clit and pushed the hood back. He skimmed his fingers lightly over the little bundle of nerves, and she gasped and arched her back in response. He continued the sweet torture with his mouth, nibbling and sucking his way down her body, and then he backed off and turned his attentions to her pulsing, slick center. He dipped two fingers into her pussy and stroked the hot, wet vault. Her body was trembling with want. He kissed her hard and deep, letting her taste herself on his tongue. He didn’t think he could wait another minute, but he wanted to make this last. After months of waiting for Jinxx, he didn’t want it to be over too quickly.

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Jinxx wasn’t sure she would survive this first time. Troy’s cock was long and thick and as hard as steel. She had dreamt of what he would look like without the clothes he’d worn in her many pictures. The closest to naked she’d seen had been the selfie he had sent her on New Year’s Eve of his naked chest. And then there was the one in a bathing suit on Ipanema Beach in Rio that had stirred so many erotic fantasies. However, the reality was more than she had dreamed or imagined. He was so beautiful, if that word could be used to describe all the steely muscles, ripped abs, tight ass, and the hard, veined cock that was currently nestled against her belly.

Troy slid down and spread her legs apart with his wide shoulders. She knew she was wet. Suddenly, his hot mouth was over her throbbing clit and he began to suck. He had said that was the first thing he was going to do to her when he had her naked. Apparently, he had not forgotten his promise. She moaned and began to writhe under his mouth. She needed more. She needed that big cock stretching her long-dormant pussy and bringing it to life again. “Please, Troy. I need you.”

“Not yet, lass. I’m going to take my time and enjoy every minute of this first time. I’ve been dreaming of it for four long months.”

“So have I, and I really can’t wait any longer.”

“I’m the boss on this job, subbie. Not you. Lie back and relax. Enjoy the journey.” Jinxx shuddered as he slid his tongue across her clit and thrust it into her aching center. She pushed her pussy into his face and he pulled back. “We’re not in the dungeon yet, Jinxx, but dungeon rules apply. Be still. I’ll tell you when you can come.”