“Hmm…”
“How did it go?” I ask, closing my eyes. Hearing his voice isn’t helping me calm down.
“It went well. Job's done.”
“Are you at the hotel?”
“Not yet.”
“Are you tired?” I have resorted to small talk.
“Not especially,” he says slowly, and I thread my fingers through my hair, holding my hand on top of my head. “What are you wearing?”
“Umm…”
I glance down as if I don’t know what I have on or what I was about to do.
“You know, seeing you today, volunteering to help me, made me want you more,” he says softly.
“It did?” I release my hair and cup my throat.
“Yeah. I liked the mask and the wig, but I prefer your gorgeous face and beautiful hair.”
“You do?” My mouth is dry, and I look around as if water is going to appear before me.
“The universe gifted me with a stunning mate. I’m lucky that she has a kind heart and qualities I want to explore.”
“Explore,” I say, and he chuckles. The sound vibrates through my body.
“I’ve heard the heat a woman experiences when she meets her mate can be uncomfortable,” he says lightly.
“It can,” I say.
“I wish I could be beside you, but I can help.”
“How?”
“Were you touching yourself when I called?” he asks, and I bite my lip. “Honesty, baby.”
“Yes,” I admit.
“Anything we do will always be consensual. You have all the control. If you don’t want to do something, all you have to do is say no. When we are together, you can pick a word that will stop what we are doing, but I will never ignore your wishes. If you feel pressured or uncomfortable, tell me, and we can talk about what scared you. Right now, you are alone and need relief. I want you to want me as much as I want you, but until then, with space between us, this can please us both. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” He doesn’t know how much his words and understanding mean to me.
“Do you want to continue?”
“I do.”
“Put the phone on speaker and lay it beside you,” he orders softly. I move the phone away from my ear and do as he asked. “Tell me what you have on.”
I drop my arms and lay them beside me.
“A yellow silk nightgown,” I say, and he hums.
“Is it long?”
“Yes.”
