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I fist the crown of my cock and squeeze. “I don’t care what you’re wearing.”
“You don’t?” There’s no mistaking the fact that disappointment mars her tone.
“I care about what’s under your clothes.”
“Ohhh,” she drags that across her tongue. “Wow.”
“When’s the last time you came?” I finally ask what I’ve wanted to since I saw her tonight.
She’s wound up tight. I know, without any doubt, that if my fingers were on her pussy, she’d be coming undone within seconds.
Her breathing shifts. It quickens ever so slightly before she answers, “I don’t remember.”
My hand stops mid-stroke as I ask the expected question. “What do you mean you don’t remember?”
“Never with a boy….” She stops herself. “With a man, I mean. I’ve never had an orgasm with a man before.”
What the fuck? She’s too beautiful, too smart, too everything to be neglected by men.
I met her because she was in the office of one of my employees, but if I had spotted her standing on the sidewalk, I would have pursued her. I would have chased after her until I got her in bed.
She’s sensuality personified, yet there isn’t a man in this city who has taken the time to give her everything she needs in bed and, I suspect, out of bed.
“I want to have one,” she whispers. “With you.”
“Now?” I blurt out.
“I can’t come over now, Rook. It’s late.” She takes a breath. “Besides, I’m not ready for our night yet. I have to do a few things before we do that.”
“Put your hand on your pussy,” I practically growl the words out. “Now, Carrie.”
“Oh my God.” Her voice trembles. “Are you going to make me orgasm on the phone?”
It takes every ounce of control I have not to ask to switch this to a video chat, but I don’t because pushing this sweet little angel will not get me what I want. Suddenly, a good hard fuck with her has slipped to second on my list of things I need in my life. Giving her countless orgasms has jumped to number one.
“Yes,” I say. “Put your hand on your pussy.”
“Yes,” she repeats back. “I am.”
“Lay on your back,” I command. “Spread your legs.”
“Okay,” she whimpers.
“You’re wet,” I assume, but deep down know she must be.
I’ve watched the way she moves when she’s around me. How her nipples harden, her breath catches, and the way she squirmed that peach of an ass of hers on the chair in the bar and again tonight in the restaurant.
“I am,” she whispers.
“Circle your clit with your fingertip,” I tell her. “Nice, slow circles.”
“Slow,” she purrs. “Rook, I’ve never done this with a man before.”
“I know, sweetness,” I murmur. “I’ve got you.”
“Close your eyes,” I growl, stroking my throbbing cock. “Think about me being next to you.”
“Naked?” she asks, need threaded into her voice.
