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“You’re the only woman I want to see naked, Court,” I say. I let my voice drop. “And I have the perfect pole for you to slide around on…”
“Leon, stop,” she says, unable to hold back a laugh. Suddenly the tension is gone between us. Thank fuck.
“Want to see it?” I say, kidding but pretending to sound serious. “I can send you a dick pic.”
That gets a guffaw from her.
“I mean it,” I insist. “Even from a different city, you get me hard.”
“Leon,” she says breathily, her voice catching.
Somehow the joking around has actually turned serious. My cock throbs and my blood turns hotter.
“Switch your phone to video. Right now,” I order. I’m not playing with her anymore. I switch to video and see her: my gorgeous, sexy wife. She’s lying back on the bed in a fluffy white robe that’s barely able to contain her curves.
“Pull the phone back, open that robe,” I say hoarsely.
She bites her lower lip and pulls it open, putting her luscious tits on display. I stand and quickly shuck off my slacks.
“Look,” I pant as I fist my throbbing cock and point the phone at my lap. “I want to be inside of you so bad right now, baby. I’d fuck you all over that room if I was there.”
“I wish you were here,” she says, her voice full of lust. “Oh, God, I wish you were here.”
I watch her hand move down her body.
“Show me,” I grit out. “Show me what you’re doing.” My hand moves furiously over my dick. The image on my phone dips and I see her fingers move along the silky outlines of her plump pussy, pulling it open to show me the pink and glistening inner lips.
“Fuck yes, baby. You’re so sexy. Pretend those are my fingers. That’s it. Slide them in. Ride them like you’d ride my cock.”
I hear her gasp and it spurs me forward. My hand tightens and moves faster when I hear her moan. I can tell she’s already close.
When she screams out my name, I spill my seed over my hand with a grunt.
An hour later we’re still on the phone, both sleepily talking to each other from our separate beds. We’ve watched a TV show together and have talked about everything from the weather in our respective cities to what restaurants we want to go to when we’re both back home.
Somehow our conversations always end up on the topic of food, but hey, what can I say? We’re both huge foodies. I’ve always loved that Courtney has a healthy appetite and is always up for trying new restaurants and new dishes. We even have this running joke about how one day we should open up our own restaurant.
But as much as I love talking to her, I can’t hold my eyes open anymore.
“I really have to sleep now, baby,” I murmur.
“Yeah, me too,” she says, yawning. “Good night. I love you.”
“I love you too. More than anything. Sweet dreams.”
* * *
The restof the week passes the same way all the weeks I’m away from Courtney pass, the time slow and crawling. I go to meetings, so many fucking meetings: dinner meetings and lunch meetings and meetings in conference rooms made of glass overlooking downtown Dallas. When I’m not working, I hit up the hotel gym, or I watch basketball on TV. Or I sit alone in the hotel bar and let bottles of beer turn lukewarm in front of me, not really wanting to drink but not wanting to be in a hotel room anymore either.
And every night, I’m on my phone, talking to my wife until I can’t hold my eyes open anymore, missing her so much that sometimes it squeezes the air out of my lungs. Now that she’s back home and I’m not, my longing to be with her again is at an all-time high.
With every day that passes without Courtney, I think about how there’s got to be something more. There has to be more to my life than airports and hotels and endless meetings. There used to be a time, back when I was on the job site more and more involved with the actual building process, when I loved my job. Now I’m not so sure. The money is great, but it’s not enough anymore.
Something has to change before I lose the most important person in my world.
Chapter Three
Courtney
