“…Tell me what you've been thinking about, then.”
“Are you sure you wanna know? It's kinda dirty.”
I heard hergulp,loud and clear, through the phone.
“Yes,” she answered huskily.
“I loved how right and wrong it felt, Honor—all at the same time. You wanted it, but you pushed me away, too. That's the part that drives me crazy. For the past two days, I've been thinking about it. I can't stop. On the plane, on the bus, in practice, in team meetings … I can't think straight. All I can think about is how hot it would've been if Iactuallyfucked you … but … then, at the same time, I know it's because you turned me down. You made mereallywant it. That's what gets me so worked up.”
A long, tense pause. I almost thought the call had dropped. That'd suck, because I'd be damned if I could ever admitthatshit again. But then I heard her take a deep breath.
“That's…really hot, Hunter.I've been thinking about you non-stop, too,” she admitted—and I think it surprised her just as much as it surprised me.
“Oh? Tell me.”
She wrestled with whether she should tell me or not, and a muffled but sexy moan escaped her. Hearing her voice like that made my cock stir and lengthen in my boxers.
“Okay. Fine. I keep seeing these naughty visions, same as you, all day long. I felt you that night, Hunter—you were so hard. I wanted it so bad … that was the hardest thing I've ever done—sending you home. Fuck.”
The sound of her voice alone could inspire a man to blow his load—let alone the filthy words actually coming out of this innocent girl's mouth! The crotch of my boxers rose sky-high.
“Damn, baby, you just made me so hard.”
“Oh…”
I whispered into the phone. “You in bed?”
“Yeah.”
“What're you wearing?”
“Hunter!” She paused. Then she lowered her voice, to share a naughty secret: “A camisole. No bra. Panties.”
I slipped off my boxers and slowly tugged myself, up and down, up and down. “Oh, yeah,” I grunted.
She gasped. “Are you playing with yourself?”
“Hell yeah. Join me.”
“Never.You're sick.”
“Come on, it'll be fun.”
I thought she might hang up. But she didn't. I played with myself, and she listened, until, eventually, her breathy puffs of air teased my ear. I knew exactly what she was doing.
“Liar …! Youaretouching yourself.”
Amused she'd been caught, she laughed softly: “Hm!”
“Oh, damn. Honor, you're so fucking hot.”
I jerked myself faster, harder, my abs straining with pleasure as I imagined that sexy girl on the other end of this phone. I could picture her lying in bed, nipples tenting her camisole, her delicate fingers circling her panties, teasing her hard clit, her ass rising off the mattress with eager thrusts.
“I wanna hear you moan. Moan for me, baby.”
She refused. “Mm-nn.”
But slowly, softly, thatmm-nnturned into an “mm.”
