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“Oh no. You said you’d call and talk dirty. Not getting out of that.”
“I said no such thing.”
“I have proof, woman. In writing. Now, lay it on me, baby.”
“I can’t just start talking dirty. I don’t even know how,” I said with a nervous laugh. “And I can’t believe you sent me that picture.”
“There’s a first time for everything.”
“Well, thanks. Now, I can cross receive dick pic off my to-do list.”
“Damn, what kind of to-do list do you have going?”
“With you, I’m making it up as I go.”
We laughed.
“Let’s cross phone sex off your kinky to-do list.”
“You aren’t letting that go, are you?”
“Nope,” he replied, putting an extra pop on the P.
I flopped back on my bed. “Seriously, Mal. I just want to get undressed and go to bed.”
“Now you’re talking. Take it off, baby, and tell me all about it. I’m in my bed, the scent of you still on my sheets. Dick hard in my hands and ready for a bedtime story.”
“Malcolm!”
“Well, you just skipped ahead to the end; screaming my name.”
My face heated up at that comment. The man had a knack for doing that to me. Malcolm cleared his throat, and I could hear him moving around on his bed. I thought about last night and how I’d had the courage then to slip naked beneath those same covers. Could it really be so bad? With a sigh, I looked down at my pale blue jeans and rosy, cotton T-shirt. I couldn’t believe I was actually considering going through with this.
“Fine.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
“I said…you win.” I nibbled on my pinky as I thought about what to say. I got up to turn off the light. No way could I do this with the lights on. Thank goodness Dorian slept two floors down. I put the phone on speaker.
“I’m slipping my shirt off for you.” I smiled and covered my face with my hand.
“What color is your bra?”
“Black.”
“A sexy lace one?”
I gave a quick glance down at my plain white cotton bra. “Yes. I know how much you like sexy black lingerie.”
“Keep going, baby.” The husky sound in his voice made me shiver.
“I’m sliding my jeans off, over my hips, to reveal my matching, lace black thong.”
I slid them down my thighs, trying to walk at the same time. My foot caught in the left leg of my jeans, and I face-planted onto the bed. I bit my lip to stifle a laugh. At the same time, I heard Malcolm make the most provocative sound. Instantly, my mind flashed to the feel of his hands on me. I swallowed back a moan.
I repositioned myself on the bed, putting the phone on the pillow beside me. His heavy breaths erased any lingering doubts of my ability to perform for him.
My hand slipped inside the cup of my bra. “I’m tracing circles around my nipple.”
