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“Spanking?” he echoed, the hand under his leg flexing with the urge to move. The image of her taut ass nice and pink popped into his mind but he quickly banished it. He wasn’t a spanker. Christ, at this point he probably wasn’t anything but a guy who’d shoot off in seconds from a round of ordinary missionary.
“Yeah. I know it’s supposed to be arousing after a while. As your ass heats up, so does your pussy. Well, that’s the theory. All that happened with me was I got a sore ass.” She sighed. “So if that’s your kink, sorry, I may not be the right partner for you.” Then she let out another wine-induced giggle. “Though I could probably manage to act suitably excited over the phone if you wanted me to.”
He was still stuck on her usage of the word pussy as if it were normal conversational language. Dani had always jokingly called hers “her lady parts” and he’d never dated any other women who spoke so frankly.
“Are you more shy without wine?” he asked, already on the verge of a smile. She had that effect of him.
“Um, remember yesterday?”
His hand twitched again. Shit, yeah, he remembered yesterday. How they’d barely kissed before she’d dropped to her knees and started to suck him off. His balls tightened as he imagined her lips encircling his shaft, her small pink tongue fluttering against the slit to soak up his arousal. This was one hell of a sexy fucking woman. Maybe over the phone he could try the smooth guy act he obviously couldn’t pull off in person.
Phone sex was sounding better and better.
Besides, it was like riding a bicycle, right? If he took his time pedaling down the street, soon he’d be mastering the corners like a whiz again. He just couldn’t rush it.
“Yeah,” he managed. “I do.”
“So how do we do this? Start touching ourselves and see who moans first?”
Caught between laugher and a groan, he glanced down at the faint brush of claws on his calf. Huge, innocent gold eyes peered up at him. Looked as if Junior had awakened early from his nap.
“Um, hang on just a second,” he said, scooping up the cottony ball of fur. Junior began insta-purring and Sam grinned as he attempted to juggle the wriggly cat and the phone.
“You okay over there? Zipper stuck? You should wear shorts like me. No underwear and just a little wiggle and—oh! Is that purring?”
Sam’s grin widened as the cat scampered up to his shoulder and burrowed into the spot next to his neck. “Sure is. Junior’s feeling frisky.”
“He’s not the only one,” she muttered. “Sure you don’t want me to come over? We could avoid the phone awkwardness.”
“And swap it out for in-person awkwardness? No thanks. Just gimme a sec. Junior just woke up and needed some love.”
“Well, let him sit there or whatever. He doesn’t know what’s going on, right?”
“I don’t want him near me while I… Well, I just don’t.” Before her laughter turned to gentle and likely effective persuasion, Sam rose and laid Junior on the small blue circular bed he’d placed near the living room sofa. The kitty immediately yawned and curled up to go to sleep.
Must be nice.
Sam returned to the couch and stretched out his legs, making sure the kitten had its eyes firmly shut before he rubbed his hand over his flagging erection. A couple slides of his hand and boom, all thrusters operational. “Okay. I’m good.”
“Are you?” Her sly question traveled a one-way route straight into his cock. “I took your advice and nudged Snowy—my cat—to the end of the bed and she got offended and took off. So now we’re alone and I have my hand on my belly. Just above the waistband of my shorts.”
He could picture her lying in the semidarkness, her inky hair stark against her pillow, her long lashes dusting her cheeks. Those perfect bow lips caught in a knowing half-smile. Her narrow, tapered fingers resting lightly on her stomach, daring him to ask her to reveal a little more skin, maybe even that inward slash of bellybutton. Or was she an outie? He hadn’t seen that much of her to know.
“What kind of bellybutton do you have?”
Her husky laughter rolled over the phone line. “An innie. It’s tiny. Barely big enough for the tip of a finger or a tongue.”
Now that provided a visual. “Do you like that? When a guy licks your navel?”
“Mmm-hmm. Long as he doesn’t stop there.”
“God, Rory.” He shook his head. “How was it I didn’t realize you were a woman for two whole years?”
“Well, we didn’t exchange innuendoes via work emails. And you weren’t really in the place for that. If you are now,” she added quietly, the pla
yfulness in her tone retreating.
“I don’t know what I’m in the place for, honestly. I just know I like talking to you.”
