Operation: Tempt Me (6 page)

I won’t lie.
I’m blushing profusely while I type. I have never spoken to anyone like this
and really can’t believe I’m being so open with you. Maybe it’s because I don’t
expect that you’ll judge me for having a vibrant and active sexual imagination.

Where I live,
there are not many opportunities to meet someone like you who isn’t afraid to
speak his mind. The attention you’ve given me so far kinda makes my head
swim-never really had a man take this kind of interest in me. So I guess in a
way you’re my fantasy, Miller. Having a guy like you interested in a girl like
me is something I hadn’t expected when I set out to do this project.

But please
don’t think I’m complaining because I’m not. Your openness and attention have
been a major bonus and a breath of fresh air. I only hope we can both enjoy
this time spent via email.

Hugz, Cambrie

Waiting for
his reply was torturous. Sitting on the couch, tapping her foot on the cushion
and ringing her hands while she stared at the inbox would probably drive her
insane. Switching on her television, she flipped through the channels without
noticing the programs. Fifteen minutes later when the alarm alerted her that
she had a message, she opened it and read with heightened interest.

Cambrie,
honey, you’re fine. Don’t change a thing about you. I’ve enjoyed each email
more than the last. Don’t know when I’ll be able to email again, but just
wanted to say that once this mission is done, I’m coming to meet you. Then we
will see if I can’t prove to you how beautiful you are.

I’m glad
other men have been stupid enough to not make you theirs because that means I
can work on making you mine. While these sexy emails are very enjoyable, there
is so much more I look forward to discovering about you. Like what’s your
favorite color? Your favorite flower? Your favorite food? What do you hope for
the future? What’s your past?

I want to
learn all about you. Just now, I was imagining us sitting on the couch, naked
and huddled under a blanket, just talking. Talking about anything that came to
mind. That’s something I’d enjoy as much as sex, having someone just to talk to
about anything.

On missions,
the loneliness can kill a man before a bullet. The thought of us spending time
together will get me through this very boring mission. Cambrie Brasher, I’ve
got to tell you that you’ve forever changed my perception of librarians. LOL.
And for the better!

Reading your
last email, I couldn’t help but imagine pushing deep inside your hot pussy with
my thick cock and hearing you scream my name. Oh God, baby, what I wouldn’t do
to be lying in your bed right now, discovering all of the secret erotic zones
on that delectable body of yours.

But in time
we will do all that and more. I want you, Cambrie. Very much. You can tell me
no, but I’m afraid I will just have to seduce you until you melt in my arms and
let me make love to you all night long…or all day long. My cock won’t be
satisfied with fucking you just once. Oh, no, baby. I want to pleasure you
until my name is all you can scream. I want to see the pleasure wash over your
beautiful face, watch as your cheeks flush and your eyes flutter.

Stay rested,
baby. You’ll need it for when I arrive which, God willing, will be any day now.
Please send your address and I’ll let you know when to expect me. Of course,
you don’t know me but Finn does. He’ll vouch for me that I’m not a psychopath
and that you can trust me. Mmmm. Can’t wait to give you your first spanking.

Mwah! Miller

Oh. My. God.

Miller’s
coming here? To visit her? To make love to her? All night? All day?

He didn’t
waste any time. Wow. The air whooshed out of Cambrie’s lungs while she stared
at the words on the screen, words that now blurred as her thoughts jumbled and
her heart pounded. She jumped up and paced the apartment. Biting her
fingernail, she began a mental list in her head.

She’d need to
clean the apartment. Do some food shopping, since a man built like a machine
probably wouldn’t survive on mac and cheese and frozen pizza. Get her hair
done. Maybe a manicure and pedicure. Schedule a waxing session.

Oh, but when
could she fit it all in between working and the extra hours needed to do
fundraising for Miller’s care packages? And she desperately needed to visit
Aunt Annabelle. Even if the old woman sounded vibrant on the phone earlier and
fully supportive of Cambrie’s efforts at the library, Cambrie could hear the
sadness in Aunt Annabelle’s voice. A phone call never replaced a visit in
person.

Cambrie
sighed. There just weren’t enough hours in the day and taking a day off from
work when her job was on the line would be a sure way to end up in the
unemployment line. Well, if Miller proved true to his word and showed up to
meet her then he’d just have to like her as is and not expect some beauty queen
that she wasn’t.

Maybe she
could stall him. Yeah, if he could give her a month’s time then she’d have
plenty of time to get everything done and be presentable and she’d have more
time to spend with him.

Back at her
keyboard, she typed.

That
would be very nice for us to meet up, Miller, but unfortunately right now isn’t
good timing.

The
pen pal project requires a lot of my time so that the Veterans Affairs
Department can see how much we have been supportive of your military service.
If you could give me a month that would be fantastic.

In
the mean time, I’m enjoying you very much. These emails make me smile but also
arouse me. I think I’ll be a live wire by the time you arrive. Be warned that
when I jump into your arms, I don’t plan to let you go until I’ve had my fill.
LOL. I can assure you that my nipples are hard and awaiting your touch.

Tonight
I fear I will have a restless night’s sleep with thoughts of our sweat-slicked
bodies joined at the hips as you pump that magnificent cock deep into me. I can
tell you have a superb cock just by the confidence you exude each time you
write to me. You’re a man who knows how to please a woman no doubt. And I’m a
woman waiting to be pleased. I’ll write more soon. Goodnight for now. Sweet
dreams.

Cambrie

****

Sex toys.

Oh, shit. She needed some if she expected Miller to fulfill
her fantasies. This would be the chance of a lifetime. To have amazing sex—no
limits—with a totally gorgeous man who could torment her with just words. Oh,
hell, yeah. Cambrie was in this all the way. For once she would think of
herself and, when Miller could visit, she’d find the time to indulge in every
fantasy she could imagine.

Clicking some words into the search engine on the Internet
provided Cambrie with exactly what she needed.

Sex
toys for her pleasure.
What a catchy advertisement.

Perusing the site only increased her arousal as she read
about vibrators and dildos and anticipated what it would be like to use them
with Miller. Her online cart quickly filled with the vibe, a chest harness with
a dildo attached, lube, a paddle with a soft and hard side, pink fuzzy
handcuffs that read “
Spank
Me”
, and a butt plug.

Her cheeks burned once she completed the order with her
credit card. Even though the total wasn’t terribly high, she still cringed
knowing she’d more than blown her tiny monthly budget for novelty items,
usually spent on a nice bottle of wine and girlie things like shampoo, lotion,
and makeup. Now she’d be eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch
for the next three months.

Hitting the submit button, Cambrie didn’t think twice. She’d
starve to allow herself the chance at sexual freedom and bliss.

During her conversations with Miller, something deep inside
her had awakened. Not quite sure what it was, and not really caring because it
felt too good, Cambrie logged off and stretched. After a quick check to ensure
the front door was bolted, she hurried to her bedroom. If the throbbing in her
pussy didn’t go away soon, she would burst into a flame on the spot.

Masturbating had never been an everyday gratification for
her busy life, but tonight she needed to indulge in a quality orgasm. Stripping
naked took no time at all. The cool air fanned her heated flesh. Not bothering
to remove the covers, Cambrie lay across her bed and raised her knees.

Biting her bottom lip, she closed her eyes and immediately
the image of Miller’s naked body entered her vision. He stood there watching
her massage her pussy while he stroked his huge erection.

“Rub your clit for me, baby,” his rough voice whispered.

She purred, her ass wiggling on the bed, her fingers inching
down her belly until they found her hard clit. The sensation of her fingertip
caressing the nub almost shot her off the bed. Never had she been this aroused
and so instantly on the verge of exploding. Her finger dipped lower, slipping
through the wetness covering her pussy lips. With her other hand, she
manipulated her clit in small, fast circles while slipping another finger into
her pussy.

She envisioned it was Miller’s cock slipping in and out of
her pussy. The slurping sound of her arousal filled the room amidst her harsh
breathing.

“Fuck that pussy, Cambrie,” Miller’s voice whispered in her
ear. Oh, how she wished he were really here doing this to her.

The pressure built from her womb and crept up to her clit.
Knowing an orgasm was strokes away, she hastened her manipulation of her clit.
Her head spun when the familiar feeling of the orgasm, with its waves of
pleasure flowing over her sensitive inner muscles, consumed her senses,
stealing all her breath with its thrilling spasms.

“Yes!” she cried out. “Miller!”

“I’ll be here soon, baby. Real soon,” he whispered before
leaving her.

“No! Stay!”

But his vision had evaporated, leaving her alone on her bed,
her pussy lips dancing in strong aftershocks. Turning onto her side, Cambrie
stared at her headboard from the middle of the bed.

What if Miller was just playing games with her? Could her
heart handle it if he fucked with her mind? They hadn’t even met or spoke, just
emailed. She sighed, pulled the blanket over her without bothering to lay the
proper way on the bed.

Closing her eyes, it didn’t shock her that only blackness
greeted her. Of course she read too much into Miller’s emails. Maybe he only
needed her to pass his lonely time while on mission somewhere around the world.
And she really only needed him to save her job.

She should be grateful to at least have enjoyed the
strongest orgasm of her life thanks to thoughts of Miller’s naked body. Yeah,
maybe she should be.

Then why did it leave her aching for so much more?

Chapter Six

A
long, month had passed with only sporadic emails from Miller, each one helping
to forge a beautiful friendship and to arouse Cambrie to the point of
unbearable aching. The one time he had tried to call her had been unsuccessful.
Wherever he was stationed was not conducive to phone calls and the connection
had been a long stretch of static before the line disconnected, neither hearing
the other speak.

Now
six days had passed with no word from Miller, the longest time he’d failed to
get in touch with her. Cambrie kept busy with her project and had even made
some progress with fundraising for the care packages.

“The Women’s
Choir has donated three boxes of goodies for your military man,” Mrs. Ginnity
announced after walking into the library. “Place them in the volunteer office,
young man,” she said to Greg, a member of the Teen Readers Group, drafted by
the old woman to carry her packages.

Cambrie
laughed at how much the other woman acted like a drill sergeant, watching
intently as Greg hauled the boxes into the rear office.

“That’s
wonderful. Be sure to thank them for me,” Cambrie replied before returning to
the draft of her report for the Board of Directors outlining her progress with
the grant program.

“You look
down, Cambrie. Is everything all right?” Mrs. Ginnity asked, stepping closer
and gasping. “It’s not dear Annabelle, is it?”

At the
mention of her sick aunt, Cambrie sat up straighter. “Oh, no, ma’am. I’m sorry.
I’m just a little tired I suppose.” And not at all distracted by the fact that
Miller hadn’t been in touch with her since she’d avoided his second request to
visit soon. Hopefully, he understood when she explained the need for a little
more time to plan for his visit. The past month at work had been too busy for
her to get anything done at home like she had wanted. And if she were to have a
houseguest for a few days, then she needed—no wanted—to be there with him to
enjoy his visit.

“Well, with
all the crazy hours you keep between this place and taking care of Annabelle,
it’s a wonder you get any sleep at all.” Mrs. Ginnity placed her hands on her
hips and narrowed her eyes. “Why don’t you go home early today and I’ll close
up for you? It’s only another hour. And I won’t be taking no for an answer.”
She turned to face Greg when he emerged from the back office. “Thank you, Greg.
I wish all kids would be as nice as you. I’ll be baking you a batch of
chocolate chip cookies for your efforts here today.”