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That must have been what he was looking at when I noticed him on his phone at dinner. The amount of relief I feel at knowing it wasn’t a message from Kristen is surprising, even to me.
“For a new project?”
“Yes.” He lets out an audible sigh. “Something like that. I’m just finishing up though, and I’m more interested in hearing about how much you miss me.”
“Too much.” I breathe, hating the amount of emotion I put into those two words.
I can hear him moving around now, and I picture him in his loft turning off lights, closing doors, and then finally, laying down in bed. There’s a rustle of sheets and covers and then everything goes quiet again. Nothing but the sound of his breathing in my ear.
“Do you want to elaborate on that?” He murmurs.
“Nope.” I yawn, and relief floods me when I finally feel my body relaxing into the mattress. Almost like I needed Dom’s raspy lilt in my ear before I could fall asleep. “I’m tired, and I can’t be held responsible for the things I might say to you right now.”
“Oh?” I can see his eyebrow raised with humor and intrigue in my mind’s eye. “Sounds like the perfect time for you to elaborate then.”
“Dominic.”
It’s a flimsy warning I know will do nothing to deter him. His disapproving scoff at my use of his full name makes me smile. The man is really serious about his nicknames.
“What did I tell you earlier, angel?” Heat drips from every word, sending a current of electricity down my spine, and I wonder how he can have that effect on me from across town.
“Hmm. You tell me a lot of things, Dominic, so I can’t be sure. Let me think.” I’m playing with fire, but there’s something so sweet about the promise of being burned by him. “Earlier at work, you told me you needed me to choose a new paint color for the accent wall in the eighth floor hallway. Then in the parking lot after dinner, you told me that I’m gracious and incredibly understanding…”
An amused growl interrupts me. “Are you sure you want to play this game with me?”
I bite my lip. “I don’t know what you mean.”
I was trying to keep my voice even, but there’s no hiding the fact I’ve gone from relaxed and sleepy to turned on in a matter of seconds, and Dom’s voice rasping in my ear like velvet wrapped sin doesn’t help at all.
“You’re about to find out. Reach into the nightstand and get out your vibrator.”
Desire erupts in the pit of my belly, my entire body tenses with the need to obey him, but I hesitate. “Mal’s here. I can’t…”
“You can and you will, angel.” He says darkly.
The words reverberate through me, breaking down every shred of my resistance. The same way he did when we were in the parking lot earlier tonight and in the elevator at Cerros. The same way he always does. Something about the command in his voice, the certainty in his words just makes it easy for me to forget the whole world. To care more about my own desire than the fact Mal is here. To want to know what happens after I take out my vibrator so bad it doesn’t matter that having phone sex with my husband’s best friend while his sister is just downstairs is so fucking wrong.
“Don’t make me ask again.”
Oh, God. I’m so far gone for this man, so completely and utterly in his control, that I would be disgusted with myself if I wasn’t so damn turned on. My hands shake as I retrieve the toy from the drawer and pull it back into bed with me.
“I have it.” I cradle the phone between my shoulder and ear and try to get comfortable. My heartbeat is pulsing between my legs as I pull my panties down. “But I don’t think I can be quiet when I come, Dom.”
His laugh is like dark magic, curling through the speakers and spreading warmth through my body. I want to ask him what’s funny, but he doesn’t give me the chance.
“Oh, now she knows my name.” Fabric rustles on his end, and I picture him sliding down his briefs and gripping his dick in his hand. “You don’t need to worry about being quiet when you come, angel.”
Even his voice turns me on. I whimper as I slide a finger through my wetness, barely hearing his words over the blood roaring in my ears.
“Stop touching yourself and ask me why.” He orders sternly.
I don’t even need to ask how he knows I’m touching myself. The man knows everything about me. “Wh-why?”
“Because you’re not going to come tonight, angel. Maybe going without an orgasm will help jog your memory.”
My hand is frozen, hovering over my clit. “I was just joking!”
“Too late to turn back now, baby. This time is all for me.” His breathing is ragged, and now I’m sure he’s gripping his dick in one of his big fists, using the precum leaking from his tip as lubrication. “Let me hear you say it, Sloane.”
