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“You there, baby?” His voice is clearer.
“Always here, Ash.” I spend my life waiting for you.
“Your ass is fucking spankable.”
Nervous laughter bubbles in my chest like a cauldron as I run the end of the silk cord through my fingers. I rarely sext Ash, but maybe it’s something I should do more often.
“I might like it if you were to spank me.” My words come out breathy and low, as heat pools between my thighs. “But it’s been so long since we had sex.”
Ash exhales a loud sigh that sounds heavy with disappointment. “Too long, baby. Far too long.”
“We never see each other anymore, Ash. I miss you.” I find myself longing for change. Something’s got to give.
“I miss you too. This job is taking up more of my time than I ever thought it would.” He lets out a frustrated groan. “My life has become crazy since we won the cup for the third time, and since I won coach of the year. The press is never off my back.”
Winning the Stanley Cup three times in a row hasn’t been achieved since the nineteen eighties. The media have been fascinated with the Eagles record breaking success. They believe it’s all down to Ash’s extraordinary coaching skills and everyone wants a slice of him, trying to discover what makes Ash’s techniques with his team so magic.
“It’s okay,” I lie. “We’re both busier now than we’ve ever been.” We’re both at fault.
Frustration evident in his voice, he protests, “It’s not okay. I miss you so fucking much. When was the last time we sat and had dinner together?” Asking me what I was wondering earlier gives me hope that he knows our schedules are dictating our lives.
“Maybe we should start being more conscious about what we accept invitations for.” Being busy is a choice. “We should be choosing each other rather than work and book a vacation.” It’s become a terrible habit, and we haven’t had a vacation in three years.
Silence stretches between us and then he finally says, “You know I love you, right? More than ever, I love you.” Sadness is heavy in his tone.
My eyes cloud with tears, and I clamp my lips together to conceal a sob because it’s what I want to hear.
“Lily, please tell me you know I love you,” he pleads, and when I take another minute to compose myself, he asks again. “Lily, please?”
“I do.” I don’t know why I’m so upset. “I love you, too.” I’ve loved him since the day I met him. Sixteen years ago, when I was just twenty-two, I knew he was the one.
“We’ll book a vacation as soon as I’m back. I’ll make not being around tonight up to you. I promise,” he assures me.
“Can’t wait.” I can’t help the doubt slip into my thoughts. We’ve been making the same promise to each other for years and we still haven’t booked a vacation.
He changes the mood of our call in an instant, his tone turning raw and sensual. “I want you to suck my cock while you wear that sexy lingerie.”
I moan. “I’d like that.” It turns me on, turning him on. I find it empowering, knowing I am the one in control.
“Good girl. Now take that bodysuit off and save it for me for tomorrow night. And save yourself for me too, do you hear me?” Ash loves nothing better than keeping me on edge, teasing me, insisting my orgasms are meant for him and him only. He gets off on my pleasure. “Shit,” he curses. “I just remembered I said yes to us having dinner with Bree and Troy tomorrow night. The whole gang has been invited.”
Like a bucket of iced water is tipped over my head, I’m brought back to reality.
We’re a mess; we’ve become yes people.
Their dinner parties go on for hours and I know we’ll roll into bed in the wee small hours of the morning, having consumed far too much wine and be too tired to be capable of having sex.
“There will be other nights,” I say with disappointment and a feeling of emptiness as I pinch the bridge of my nose.
“We can cancel,” he offers, sounding unsure if we should take a rain check.
I throw my legs over the side of the bed and jump up to my feet. “It’s fine,” I reply, tapping the speakerphone icon, allowing me to lay my phone on the bed while I slip off my robe and lingerie. “Like I said, there will be other nights.” I try to sound cheerful to cover my disappointment.
“I’m the luckiest man in the world.”
When I try to speak, I can’t bring myself to joke back and tell him I’m the luckiest girl in the world because I don’t feel like I am. I’m the loneliest.
But it wasn’t always like this…
