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“That’s one too many, Sash.”
“It was delicious, so shut it.”
Luca laughed and then sighed. “Thank you for taking my call.”
“Thank you for pulling your head out of your ass and making the call.”
“Touche. You have no idea how much I appreciate you, Sasha.”
Playfully, I said, “Why don’t you give me a small taste of that appreciation?”
“Go get your pink vibrator,” he ordered, surprising me in the best way.
“Yes, sir!” I reached into my side table and pulled out ole faithful. "Got it.”
Luca laughed at the obscenely loud buzz. “Been keeping it close?”
“Let’s just say this little guy has been earning his keep. He deserves all the double As money can buy. Name brand even.”
“I don’t doubt it.” Luca cleared his throat, and when he spoke, the mood shifted. “Take off everything but your panties.” His deep voice sent a thrill through me.
I whipped my top off. “Done.”
“Turn on the side lamp and prop yourself up on some pillows. I want you to be able to see what you’re doing to that beautiful body.”
My skin flushed as I clicked on the light. Once I was situated, I murmured, “Okay.”
“Tell me what you see,” Luca husked.
“Goosebumps.” I blinked, watching them spread down my limbs. “I have goosebumps. My nipples are rosy and hard. I wouldn’t know I was wearing underwear if it wasn’t for the hint of blue lace on my hips.”
“Turn the vibrator on and circle your nipples with the tip.”
I swallowed and put it on its lowest setting. Grazing my nipple, my breath caught in my throat. With every brush against my skin, the throb between my legs intensified, and my skin tingled.
“Your little gasps are making my cock hard.”
“Touch yourself,” I moaned out.
“You’re not in charge right now. Just for that, turn up the vibrator and slowly drag it down to your pussy, but don’t you dare touch it.”
The vibrator revved, and I shivered when it touched my breastbone. Luca’s breathing over the phone increased, and all I could picture was the way he looked the day before. I stopped above my underwear—the vibration making me ache to be filled.
“Are you wet, Sasha? Is your cunt dripping for me?” I gasped at the harshness in his voice, the crudeness of his words. “Are your panties drenched? Touch them, but no stroking.”
I ran a finger over the damp fabric and bit back a moan.
“I said no stroking.” He gritted out. “Your body is mine, Sasha. You don’t touch it until I tell you. Understand.”
“Yes.” I swallowed thickly. “I’m so fucking wet for you.”
“Slide your fingers into your panties, get them wet, and taste yourself.”
“Luca,” I moaned.
“Do it, Sasha.”
Maneuvering around my stomach and planting my feet flat on the bed, I watched my red nails disappear under the blue lace. I ran my fingers through the wetness, my slick flesh sensitive and wanting. “God, Luca. Please.”
