We both fall silent as she switches off the light in her bathroom and moves through the room to her bed. She sets her phone down on her nightstand, giving me a view of the ceiling and the sounds of her skin rustling against the sheets as she climbs under the covers before she picks it back up and holds it in front of her face propped against a pillow. “Ah, that’s better,” I say, with a smile.
She rolls her eyes. “Shut up.”
“Tell me about your day.”
“Hm, let’s see.” She purses her lips as she thinks. “The team isn’t in town, so I spent my entire day sitting at my desk re-writing all the procedures currently in place. Basically, I was in administrative hell.” She huffs a breath. “I love my job, I do. But the admin work is the bane of my existence.”
“Wouldn’t the director promotion mean you’d havemoreadmin work?” I ask.
She groans and closes her eyes, letting her head roll away from the camera. “Don’t remind me.”
“So, why do you want it then?”
“Is it terrible of me to say it’s the money?” she asks, cracking one eye open to peek at me.
I wobble my head back and forth. “Not terrible. LA is expensive. But money can’t buy happiness.”
She glares at me through the phone. “You’re like a greeting card or one of those cross-stitch granny pillows.” She sighs. “It’s not only the money. Although, the money is a huge incentive. The promotion is also one of thosethings—the things you’re supposed to do, you know? Get job, get promotion, reach top of career ladder, that’s success. You can’t be successful when you’re stuck at the middle level job.”
“Says who?”
She shrugs. “I mean, no one, I guess. But it’s one of those implied societal things I suppose. Or maybe it’s the pressure I put on myself to succeed. To impress my parents. Make them proud. Get the best grades. Find the right guy. Land a successful career. Hit all these milestones to prove that I’m doing something with my life. That I left home for a good reason.” Her eyes have lost focus on the screen, lost in thought. “My brother, for example. He’s going to make something of himself, of course he is. How could he not? That’s always been a given. He’s also the baby of the family so he’s always had this different support system than the first born. I had to force my way out of their nest, and now that I’m out, I have to continue to prove to them that I know what I’m doing. That I made the right decisions for myself. The worst thing I could think of happening would be having to move back home and admit to them that I failed. Admit it to myself.” She blinks, her vision coming back to focus on the screen as if she just remembered who she was word vomiting to. “It was a big reason why I was so hesitant to give us a shot in the first place. If we got caught and I lost my job? That would bring my worst-case scenario to life, and I didn’t want that…” She trails off.
“But now?” I ask, my words soft, anticipation heavy in the air. I’d be afraid to ask the question if I couldn’t see from her face that she’s confident in her choice to tear down the walls between us.
She gives me a soft smile, all sadness dropping from her face. “I think you’re worth the risk.”
Warmth blooms in my chest. “I know I don’t actually have anything at stake in this, but if I did? You’d be worth the risk too, firecracker.”
Her warm chocolate eyes turn molten with desire. “God, I wish you were here right now,” she says, voice a bit huskier than usual.
I smirk at her through the screen as my cock begins to thicken in my pants. “Oh, yeah? What would you do if I were there right now?”
“I, um…” She trails off, pink creeping up her cheeks. “Well, I’d kiss you.”
“Mmm, yes, that’s a given. What else would you do?” She nibbles her bottom lip as she thinks, her nerves starting to show. We’ve never done this before, but I can see the heat in her eyes telling me she wants this. She’s just not entirely sure how to navigate it. “Or how about this. What would you want me to do to you?” I ask, dropping my voice lower, taking charge to guide her. I turn over in the bed so I’m lying on my side and use the lamp on the nightstand to prop my phone up, bringing more of myself into view.
At that suggestion, her eyes pop wide open in the dim light, her pupils nearly swallowing the chocolate brown of her eyes. “Oh,” she breathes out. The picture jostles and I hear more rustling as she adjusts her position, coming back into focus when she’s mirroring my position—phone propped up on the nightstand.
“Close your eyes and tell me what you’re imagining.”
Her breath hitches before she gives me a quick nod and lets her eyes fall shut. “You’d kiss your way down my neck.”
I hum in agreement as I let my hand trail down to grip my length through my sweatpants.
A wicked smile crosses her lips. “I’d probably let you leave a mark too.”
“Fuck. Isa,” I groan as I give my cock a squeeze. “You can’t say things like that when I’m not around to follow through.”
“It’s my fantasy, I can do whatever I want in it.”
I chuckle. “Alright, firecracker. What am I doing next in your fantasy?”
She squirms in place which tells me she’s getting more turned on, searching for friction to relieve the building ache. “You’d take my top off?—”
“Do it. Take your top off and let me see you. But slowly. Tease yourself a bit. Like I would.”
I thought she’d fight me on how I all but commanded her, but she immediately obeys. Her hands fall off screen to the hem of her shirt where she slowly—so slowly—drags it up, exposing her stomach. Higher still, until her breasts come into view, her dusky nipples peaked. She whips the shirt off over her head and tosses it behind her.
