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surprised.
    Maybe she’d encountered this before. “They’re only words, Emily. Sounds. Letters put together.”
    “They’re…dirty to me.”
    “Dirty can be a very good thing.”
    Emily understood that on some level, understood in those brief moments when she let herself feel naughty that she also felt…alive, free, wild, wonderful, in a way she never had before. “Maybe so, but…”
    “Say fuck for me.”
    When Emily didn’t do it, Dawn persisted. “Say it. Just say it. It’s only a word. It can’t hurt you.”
    Emily swallowed nervously. “Fuck,” she whispered.
    “Was there anything horrible about that?”
    She sighed. “No. No, not really.”
    “No, of course not.” Her friend spoke gently. “But there can be something very good about it. Simon will love it when you ask him to fuck you, I promise. Words can excite and please a man so much. They show him you want the same things he does, with the same force, the same deep need. Now, say it again. But in a sentence. Say fuck me .”
    Emily drew in her breath. “Fuck me.”
    She was looking right at Dawn as she spoke, brutally aware that it sounded as if she were making the demand to her friend. But Dawn only smiled. “Very good. Now, fuck me , Simon .”
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    Emily’s chest burned with trepidation and a strange heat. Her throat felt heavy, thick. She said the words slowly, her voice low, and felt them in her soul. “Fuck me, Simon.”
    Dawn nodded, and Emily’s chest tightened. “Mmm, yes. That’s nice,” Dawn said.
    Oh God, was she crazy or did her friend actually appear kind of aroused? Emily’s heart beat harder and her breasts tingled.
    But then, thankfully, Dawn’s intense gaze dropped to the empty mug Emily still held. “More?”
    More brandy? Probably a good idea. “Yes. Thanks.” Or at least she thought it was.
    As Dawn moved to the open kitchen flanking the living room, an area filled with equally warm colors of dark yellow-gold and burgundy, she said, “I want you to practice after we’ve parted. Practice saying fuck . Practice saying pussy . Practice saying cock .”
    “I’ve been practicing that one a little already,” she admitted. At least in my head .
    Dawn giggled throatily. “Good.” She went about heating the hot chocolate in the microwave, then adding quick splashes of brandy into the two steaming mugs. “Work on them in sentences, too. Become comfortable with them. Being comfortable with words gives you power, control.”
    She returned to the leather sofa, passing Emily’s mug. Emily blew on the chocolate as the ceramic warmed her palms, and she told herself she could do this—she could learn to talk dirty for Simon.
    She looked up, surprised to see Dawn lower her cup to a coaster, then promptly disappeared through a nearby doorway. “Be back in just a minute,” she said over her shoulder. “Get ready for lesson two.”
    “Which is?” Emily called.
    “Touching.”
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    Emily gulped, her body seemed to deflate a little from shock. “Um, touching?” Was Dawn going to…touch her? Or expect her to return the favor? Every fiber of her body recoiled instantly at the thought. Except…for maybe one or two.
    Whoa. Oh God .
    The awareness of those one or two more adventurous fibers, arriving with a tiny hint of curiosity that made the crux of her thighs pulse, shocked her more than anything in her life had up to now and made her breath hitch. Could she? Could she want that?
    “I’m going to show you the joys of touching yourself,” Dawn said, appearing in the doorway in a sexy bra and panties a moment later. Made of red lace with black ribbon trim, they hugged her snugly—thin black bows at both hips held the panties on. The tight bra barely concealed her nipples and revealed exactly how large and round and smooth Dawn’s breasts were.
    “Um…” Emily began, lost. The truth was, her whole body was tingling now—with excitement. She didn’t like it, but she couldn’t