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magic that allowed the Sin Inc. employees to safely feed during their
sexual encounters during the calls. No permanent harm came to anyone.
Fail-safes kept the energy flowing unless one of the participants started to
drain the other. The system was one he was extremely proud of. Some of the best
magic he’d ever worked was wound through it.
    The first ring sounded loud through the earpiece. By the
third ring he was ready to hang up. Perhaps he had the wrong day or time. Maybe
she’d figured out what was going on and she wasn’t going to answer—
    “Hello, lover.” Her voice was silk over ice, smooth and
cold. It shivered down his spine.
    “Hello, Victoria. How are you this evening?” he whispered.
    “I’m fine. Thank you for asking.” She chuckled and his cock
hardened. The sound of her voice, wicked and sensual, was enough to make him
want to come right then. Her next words flowed across his mind and he fought
the urge to keep her out. “Relax. Let me into your thoughts. Once I’m there we
can be together.”
    The feeling was very similar to when he ate too much ice
cream or drank a soda too fast. Cold pressure, a slight pinch of pain, then it
melted away to nothing. He wondered whether she could sense that he was
shielding his identity from her. He waited, holding his breath, for her
reaction. When nothing happened he let his mind open enough to her to allow her
presence to enter his. She molded his senses, changing his surroundings,
building herself in his mind. His room melted away, replaced by a gorgeous
hotel room. He’d studied rooms for the last week, trying to find the absolute
best setting for their first session.
    “Oh, lover, your cravings are so dark and delicious. I see
so many things you wish for me to do to you and you hope to do to me,” she
purred in his ear. Warm breath feathered over his neck and long, slender
fingers ran through his hair. “Who do you want me to be, lover? I will give you
anything you want, be anyone you need, just give me a picture.”
    “I just want you, Victoria.”
    She was silent for a moment. Cold words barely skimmed over
with her sexy, silky voice whispered into his ear. “You don’t know what I look
like though. Why don’t you tell me what you think I look like? Tell me, love,
what does my voice conjure for you? What sensual delights do you envision when
I whisper into your ear?”
    He couldn’t help the mental slip. An image of her formed so
quickly and firmly in his thoughts that he wasn’t sure whether it was him or
her feeding it. She was sitting on a low, plush burgundy couch. Long black hair
fanned along the back of the dark fabric. Her body was covered in a flowing
midnight-blue sleeveless gown. Bare toes peeked from under the lace trim.
Creamy flesh looked nearly translucent surrounded by all those deep colors. Her
firm breasts filled her bodice almost to overflowing, hardened nipples poking
against the thin material. Violet eyes were half closed, staring at him with
longing. Just a touch of color rested on her cheeks from passion.
    “You are so lovely, Victoria. Absolutely stunning.” He
breathed the words before he realized he’d spoken. He quickly fuzzed her image
enough in his head that she looked almost right, almost perfect, but not
exactly as she truly was. He mentally evaporated the mirror over the fireplace
before turning to stare at the vision of loveliness spread before him.
     
    Victoria glanced down at the dress she was now wearing. She
couldn’t remember the last time one of her clients had her dressed in anything
so beautiful. It molded to the body she now wore perfectly, showing off her
curves. Her breasts were pushed up, her creamy skin glowing with a healthy
flush. For once she wished she could actually feel the passion her image was obviously
supposed to be feeling.
    Turning to watch the male she was servicing, she found him
standing in shadow. His stare was intense and filled with wanting, but she
couldn’t see his face or