Page 70 of Love Overdose: St. Louis

“Yes.”

“You know I look good when I’m working.”

“I already assumed that.”

“And I sweat.”

“I’ve seen you sweat.”

Her giggle turned into a purr. My body responded despite the exhaustion sitting behind my eyes.

“I remember every detail,” I said.

Her breathing changed.

“Do you?”

“Yes.”

“What do you remember?”

“The way you looked above me. The sound you made when you came. How tight that pussy is when I’m thrusting inside you.”

“Elijah…”

“And the fact that you were already wet before I touched you.”

She exhaled slowly.

“You’re at work,” she reminded me.

“My office door is closed.”

“And you don’t care?”

“No.”

Her laugh dissolved into a quiet moan.

I lowered my voice. “Are you touching yourself?”

“No.”

“Do you want to?”

“Yes.”

My grip tightened around the phone. A knock sounded against my door. I opened my eyes.

“Dr. Valentine?” Dr. Patel called. “Mr. Dawson is beginning to respond.”

“I’ll be there in a moment.”

Frankie had heard her.

“Go,” she said.

“I’m not finished with you.”