Page 105 of Secret Seduction

“Fuck, you have the prettiest, perkiest tits. Pinch your nipples just how you like.”

I turn to the side so he can see everything I’m doing, and then I pinch my nipple. It feels good. But it’s not the same as when he does it.

“If I were there, I’d suck on those pink nipples and get them nice and hard.”

He shuffles, his hand disappearing, and I imagine he’s stroking his hard length.

“I wish you were here,” I mutter.

“I am. I’m right there with you. Licking your nipples and sticking my fingers in your wet pussy.”

I run my fingers down to my pussy and spread my legs, finding that I’m wet. I push a finger and then two into my center, and a moan escapes as I hit the spot that Lorenzo taught me feels good.

“That’s it, baby. Find your clit and massage it just like I do.”

I move the pad of my finger to the swollen nub and rub, but it doesn’t feel anything like when Lorenzo does it.

“Gently,” he says, as if he can see what I’m doing. “Using your juices, gently stroke your clit.”

I take a calming breath and then gently rub my clit, and this time, sparks begin to surface. I keep doing it as Lorenzo tells me everything that he would do to me if he were here, and within minutes, I’m coming around my fingers.

For a moment, with my eyes closed, I’m able to pretend he’s here, but then I open my eyes, and he’s on the phone. My heart sinks because he’s not here. He’s nowhere near me, and while I love talking to him and seeing him, it’s also making it harder.

“I need to clean up,” I choke out, suddenly needing to get off the phone.

“You okay?” he asks, his features etched with concern.

“Yeah, I just … thank you. That felt good. But I … I need to clean up and get some sleep.”

He opens his mouth to say something, but I cut him off, unable to hear it, “Good night, Lorenzo.”

I hang up, and instead of cleaning up, I nestle my face into my pillow and cry harder than I’ve ever cried as I come to the realization that we can’t continue like this—one foot in and one out. We have to go all in or let each other go.

And with that sobering thought, I cry myself to sleep, wondering how the hell I’m going to let Lorenzo go.

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Lorenzo

“If you can’t finish the waterfront expansion by the date we agreed upon, then we’ll find someone who can,” I bark over the phone.

Curtis, the lead contractor, mumbles something about handling it, but I don’t have the patience to listen to his bullshit, so I hang up.

“Who peed in your Cheerios this morning?” Matteo asks.

“Oh, it’s not just this morning,” Dani says. “He’s been like this every day since Vanessa left.”

“He is right here,” I grumble.

“Yeah, but I’d rather not speak directly to you and risk you biting my head off,” Dani quips.

“Maybe you should visit her,” Matteo suggests, looking at me with a mixture of concern and pity that rubs my already irritated self the wrong way.

“I agree,” Dani says. “It’s clear you’re missing her …”

“Maybe you both should worry about yourselves,” I snap.

Dani flinches, but Matteo glares.