She'd opened the window but the room was still far too hot. Her hair felt damp and her vest clung to the curves of her breasts. One slender hand clutched the phone to her ear and the other worked desperately between her legs. His voice urged her on.

"You're so bad," he groaned, the words heavy with desire. "God, if I was there..."

He let the idea hang long enough to tip her over the edge; her fingers moving frantically as her body surged with pleasure. If she hadn't pushed her face into the pillow to stay quiet, chances are she'd have woken her sleeping husband.

But she didn't.

She never did.