“Reed…”
“Touch yourself for me,” he says, and I hear the creak in his bed as he shifts. “Tell me exactly what you’re doing, sunshine.”
I push my fingers deeper, curling them against my sensitive spot. “I’m fingering myself, wishing it was your mouth.”
He groans. “Good girl. Keep going. Imagine it’s me. My fingers stretching you open.”
My breath hitches. I add a third finger, stretching my cunt, quickening the pace. “God, Reed, I’m so close already.”
“Fuck, I love hearing you, baby. You sound so pretty when you’re about to fall apart for me.”
My thumb grinds harder against my clit. “Reed, fuck, I’m gonna?—”
“Come for me,” he commands. “Letme hear you. But be quiet, baby, loud enough that I can only hear your pretty moan.”
I bury my face in the crook of my elbow, biting down on my hoodie sleeve as my orgasm crashes through me.
My thighs clamp around my hand, hips jerking, wetness flooding my knuckles as I pulse against my fingers.
A muffled, broken moan escapes anyway, his name, barely audible.
“You okay?”
I laugh weakly, still trembling. “Better than okay.”
“Good,” he says gently. “Get some sleep now, sunshine.”
“I will.” I pull my fingers free, wiping them with the napkin lying on the coffee table. “And Reed?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t pull away next time, Idareyou.”
He exhales, almost a sigh of relief. “Never again.”
I end the call and set the phone face down on the cushion.
Brian bangs his fist on the desk and howls at the game, and I jump instinctively.
I sink into the couch cushions, forcing my breathing to slow, pretending to be asleep.
Across the apartment, the front door buzzes as a food delivery arrives, not for me, not for us, but for him.
He didn’t ask if I wanted anything. He didn’t look my way as he walked up to the door, grabbed his food, paid for it with the money I’ve earned, and surely doesn’t care about me anymore.
But my mind won’t let me think about that right now. I just had phone sex with Reed Hayes.
FUCK.
reed
. . .
What the fuck am I doing?
She’s engaged.
She’s got his fucking ring on her finger.
