“Lex, I have to go.It’s Mom,” I lie.
“Okay, chat tomorrow.”She ends the call.
I take another two breaths, then press answer.
Sebastian’s face appears on the screen.
“Emily.”He’s scowling, but there’s heat in his eyes that I recognize.
I glance down quickly at my body.I’m wearing a pair of tiny sleep shorts and a lacy top with spaghetti straps.It’s incredibly revealing.
My hand slaps to my chest.
“Hi.Oh, sorry.”
God why am I apologizing?I’m not at work.I can wear what I want to bed.This man...goddamn, he drives me insane.
“Is there something wrong?”
“No,” Sebastian replies, tugging his tie off and undoing some buttons.His hair is mussed, and it’s clear he’s had a few drinks.
“I need more information about that report.”
So you decided to phone me at midnight on a Friday night?
“Oh.I’ll follow up on Monday morning,” I reply, biting the side of my mouth as my pussy starts aching, heating, and wetting my shorts.
God, it’s a shame he’s taken, that he’s my boss, and that we never got to finish what we started.
“Good.It’s important.”His voice is thick as his eyes roam my body.
“Okay.”My voice wobbles.
“Emily,” he rasps.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Tilt the phone down.”Sebastian orders in the huskiest voice I’ve ever heard.
I draw in a sharp breath, knowing exactly what he’s asking.The screen cuts off so he can’t see my covered pussy.
“Do it now.”He growls.
Holy fucking shit.
I obey, moving the screen so it focuses on my crossed legs and the heated moist space between them.
I can only just see part of his face, and I know this is naughty, but now my sex is throbbing.
“Move the fabric.”
Oh god.
I close my eyes, knowing I should stop this.But I don’t.My fingers slide down the cotton of my sleep shorts, and I tuck them under and expose my nicely trimmed pussy.
“Fuck,” I hear him curse.“Jesus.”
My heart thunders inside my chest as I become drenched.
