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“Yes.” She grunts into the receiver. “Sorry.”
“Don’t get all pissy with me. I am only stating a fact. Ever since you met Tyler, you have completely checked out on our blog and me. You never have time for girl stuff or even your own newspaper. That’s all well and good that you’re getting so much ass you don’t have a chance to hang out with your dearest friend, but you have other priorities. Sports Buzz will not survive if you don’t write articles and get sponsors and shit that actually matters.”
“No, you’re absolutely right. I’m sorry, Syd.” Her apology is sincere.
She sounds so deflated that I feel awful for being such a bitch. But as her friend, I do not want to see her ruin her life over a guy. I already did that once before. It takes a long time to build everything back up from nothing. She has worked her ass off to get where she is and I cannot standby and watch her throw her life away for a guy she hasn’t know very long. No matter how hot and rich he may be.
“I got a little wrapped up in everything in my life that I haven’t taken much time to stop and check out everything around me. I’m sorry, Syd. Do you still love me? You must think I’m such an ass and that I’m now one of those girls.”
She means the kind of girl that falls off the face of the earth just because she gets a boyfriend. Yep, she has become one of them.
“You’re fine. I still love you, but please get your shit together. You have a life outside of Tyler and his monster cock. Anyway, where do you want to meet this week?”
“You love talking about his cock way too much.” She chuckles to herself. “How about Broad Street Beans? It’s close to your house and not far from the Wells Fargo Center.”
Knowing I will see Kennedy has me grinning like a fool. I miss our girl time. She’s my only girl friend. I never got along well with other girls, and most of my friends, apart from Kennedy, were men. I was always more comfortable with the opposite sex. The competitions between women are often so volatile that I steered clear of any drama by having one female friend I could trust and surrounded myself with guys to occupy the rest of my time.
I take a sip from the coffee cup on my desk and smile. “Perfect. I’ll see you then.”
My other line clicks in, alerting me of another caller. I peel the phone from my ear and check out the Caller ID. It’s Carter. I stop breathing for a second. My God, this man is persistent. Maybe he’s worth the hassle after all.
“Sounds good,” Kennedy says, excited.
“Hey, babe. I have Carter calling on the other line. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Okay, bye!” And then she’s gone, leaving me to deal with Carter alone. My stomach flutters from the nervous energy and the anticipation of what’s to come.
Not that he’s a problem I need to sort out but damn him for throwing me off my game. I haven’t been able to write a decent paragraph since he walked into my life. I cannot have a string of days like this week, or I will be out of a job.
“Hello,” I say, switching the calls, nonchalant.
“Hey, sexy.” What’s sexy is his panty-melting voice. My underwear is already pooling from two words. Two motherfucking words. He is going to be the death of me.
“Well, hello there, big guy. To what do I owe the pleasure?” My voice is a whisper, and I have trouble catching my breath. Can he tell? I hope not. A man like Carter Donovan takes pleasure in getting me wet. When it comes to that department, he has no problem. I can only imagine what sex with him would be like.
“Nothing. I wanted to see what you are you up to.” His husky voice sounds louder this time, more in control.
“Not much. The usual bullshit.” I frown at my computer screen. “I’m trying to write with almost no success, unfortunately. Some days the words fly onto the page, while others I sit here and pound coffees and watch porn.”
He laughs so hard it hurts my ear. “You’re watching porn? I hope it’s the real kinky shit.”
I scoff at his comment. “What like it’s so hard to believe that I watch porn? Women watch porn, you know.” I can hear the irritation in my voice, and I don’t like it. Why am I so moody and defensive lately? “There’s some good material in those videos. They help me write the super smutty scenes. You can learn a lot about what works and doesn’t work from watching sex on film.”
“That’s so hot that you like porn. Mmm…You’re making me so fucking hard right now, baby.”
Contemplating his predicament and now my own, I shout out the first thing that comes to mind. “Oh, yeah. How hard are you right now?”
“Really fucking hard. I wish you were here to help me out with this.”
I could use some new writing material and an orgasm, so I roll with my idea. What do I have to lose? “Carter, I want you to do something for me.”
“Anything.” He’s practically panting in my ear, ready to get it on.
“Grab your cock, give yourself a few strokes, and imagine me fingering my pussy.”
“Shit, babe. Are you really?” I hear him unzip his pants, followed by noises that I can only assume are him jerking himself off. And it turns me on like no other. I wish I could see him in action.
With my legs still propped up on my desk, I push up my skirt and peel back my panties. I cradle the phone between my ear and shoulder and rub my clit first before I slip my fingers inside my wetness. “Uh-huh,” I mutter. “I’m so wet for you, Carter. I have my legs spread open on my desk and my fingers inside me. All for you.”
