Page 36 of Blueline Baby

“I conclude that you’re as bored as I am.”

“What are you doing?”

“Sitting in a very quiet apartment, not enjoying it. I don’t love being here alone. I didn’t used to mind it.”

Then I silently curse at myself, because I know exactly what’s coming before it even does.

“So move in with me.”

“Jack.”

“I’m serious and I’m going to keep asking.” I can hear him smiling. “Please think about it.”

“I am thinking about it. I need it to still be my decision when I make it.”

“Okay. But also think about what we’d have.”

“What would we have?”

There’s a pause before I hear a door opening and clicking shut. “Sorry. Just making sure I’m alone.” When he comes back, his voice has dropped until it’s low and gravelly. “You really want to know? Okay. If we lived together, for starters, I’d keep you in bed for hours every morning. I’d learn exactly how you take your coffee and bring it to you in bed, and then I’d take my sweet time worshipping every inch of you until you were late for whatever very important class you had, and I would not be sorry about it even a little.”

I’m laughing, my face is hot, and I’m profoundly grateful he can’t see me. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m being romantic. There’s a difference.” His voice dips lower, still teasing. “Listen to you, though, all flustered. I can hear it from here. I’d give you a full body massage every night. Just to get my hands on you.”

I laugh and roll my eyes at the ceiling. "You’d be way too tired to do that. You play professional hockey. Half the time you come home from practice you look like you can barely walk up the stairs."

"I would never be too tired to put my hands on you, Chloe. Never." His voice loses the teasing edge, dropping into something heavy and entirely serious. He goes quiet for a second, and I can hear the shift in his breathing. "Do me a favor, Chloe."

"...What?"

"Lie back and touch yourself, and then try to tell me your body doesn’t agree with every word I just said."

I glance at my closed bedroom door out of pure reflex, even though there’s no one else here. Then I lie back against the pillows with my heart already racing and slide my hand under my shirt before I’ve even logically decided to.

“Good girl.” There’s complete satisfaction in the way he says it that does something to me every time. “Lower now. Slide your hand into your panties and tell me how wet you already are for me.”

I bite my lip and do it, my fingertips slipping under my waistband. The moment I touch myself I let out a shaky breath, and he groans when he hears it.

“Say it, Chloe. Tell me exactly how it feels when your fingers slide through that pretty little pussy.”

Heat floods my face, but I do it anyway, whispering, “God, I’m soaked.”

“Fuck,” he groans, breathing heavily into the phone. “I just want to spread you open and sink into you just to feel you clench around me.”

I can’t help how my hips jerk up into my hand, and I move my fingers faster.

“I’m so fucking hard. Suck on your fingers, tell me what it tastes like.”

I hesitate for half a second, then lift my hand and slip my fingers into my mouth. I must make a sound, because he demands it again.

“Jesus Christ, I want to taste you so bad right now.” His breath is ragged, and under it I can hear it now, the sound of his hand working himself. “You hear that? That’s what you do to me. I’ve got my fist around my cock picturing your mouth and I’m barely holding on, and you’re not even in the room.”

I whimper and circle my fingers faster, and he groans like he felt it happen.

“That’s my girl. Don’t rush it, though. I want you right on the edge with me.” His voice keeps me going. “Nobody’s ever gotten me like this. Not once. Just picturing you and I’m already gone. Slow down for me. Don’t come yet.”

“Jack—” It comes out as a whine. “I can’t, I’m so close.”