Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Oh God, oh God . . . I willed myself not to think as I worked my body into a frenzy. I focused on everything outside my head—the tension building between my legs, his breathing growing ragged in my ear, the silvery darkness behind my eyelids. I let the memory of his tongue and his hands and his body on mine work as hard as my fingers, and in no time at all, I was gasping and sighing and lifting my hips as the waves crashed through me.
“Such a good girl,” he rasped. “Listening to you come made my cock even bigger.”
“I wish you were here to fuck me instead of your hand,” I breathed. “I’ve wished you were here so many times.”
He laughed suddenly, low and sexy. “Have you done this before, you wicked thing?”
“Yes,” I confessed. “I have a toy. It’s not nearly as good as the real thing, but it was better than nothing.”
“Do you have it now?”
“Yes.”
“Turn it on.”
I reached for the Lelo, my pulse hammering wildly. “Okay.”
“Now put the tip inside your sweet, wet pussy. Just an inch.”
I did what he requested, moaning in agonized pleasure. “I want more.”
“Do you like my cock inside you?”
“Yes,” I hissed.
“I’m giving you more. Can you feel it?”
I slid the toy in a little deeper. “Yes.”
“Now take it out again. Hold it against your clit.”
The hum against my swollen, sensitive bud was almost too much. “Oh, God . . . I can’t take it . . .”
His breath was labored, his words a struggle. “I want you to ride me.”
“Huh?”
“Do as I say.”
“But—”
“Listen to me,” he demanded. “Get on your knees. Put the toy on the bed.”
I obeyed, flipping onto my knees, centering the toy between my thighs, and sinking down onto it. I moaned as it thrummed inside me, the short arm vibrating against my clit, the long arm pressing against that spot that made my entire lower body begin to clench. “You’re so deep,” I whispered, grabbing onto the headboard with my free hand, just like I had in his hotel room. “You’re so hard. And I’m so wet. So tight.”
“Yes,” he growled. “Fuck yes. You’re amazing. You’re so fucking hot. And you’re such a good girl.”
His praise was like gasoline on the flames. “You’re going to make me come again,” I whispered, widening my knees to take the toy even deeper. My insides tightened like a vise. “So close.”
“Fuck yes. Come again for me. Come on my cock. Just like that. Just like—” And his words devolved into a long, sensual moan that sent me over the edge and I circled my hips as the climax hit, remembering the hot, pulsing throb of him inside me, yearning to feel it again.
A moment later, I opened my eyes. On the other end of the line, I could still hear him breathing. Quickly, I maneuvered the toy out from under me and switched it off. Tossing it to the floor, I sat with my legs pressed together, feeling self-conscious. Now what?
“Hey,” he said. “Give me a minute?”
“Of course.” I waited, my heart decelerating from an end-stretch gallop to a more gentle canter. But I was still nervous—what was there to say to each other?
“Okay, I’m back.”
“Hi,” I said. My voice cracked.
He laughed. “You okay?”
“I think so.”
“But you’re not sure?”
I exhaled. “I’m trying to decide how terrible I should feel about this.”
“Like on a scale of one to ten?”
“Sure.”
“One,” he said.
“No way. It’s got to be more than that. I’m the one who texted you.”
“But I told you to call.”
“And then I did.”
“I told you to take your clothes off.”
“True.” I had to laugh. “That was pretty early in the conversation. If we even had a conversation.”
“There was some talking. I’m almost sure of it.” He paused. “Although I had a hand in my pants the whole time. So I’m thinking I’m definitely a ten, and you’re maybe a three.”
“The whole time, huh?”
“I was thinking about you even before you texted. Which is probably why things escalated so quickly. The whiskey also played a role.”
“So did the wine I consumed tonight.” I leaned back against the headboard. “I was trying to drown my shame.”
“I don’t want you to be ashamed, Millie.”
“Aren’t you?”
“Not for what happened in New York. We didn’t know about the connection. It was not an informed decision.”
“And tonight?” I asked quietly.
“Tonight.” He exhaled. “Yeah, tonight’s a little different.”
“I could say I only texted you to say goodnight, but I’d be lying,” I told him. “Deep down, I wanted what happened to happen.”
“I did too. Actually, I wanted it in person, but this was a close second.”
I laughed, but it was tinged with regret. Then I forced myself to say the truth. “But I think we’d better draw the line right here and now, and we need to mean it this time. This can’t happen again, not even over the phone.”