“As long as we keep our dessert choices to ourselves, no harm in it.” She hadn’t said his name, which told him she was on board with discretion.
“Right. We can keep having the best cake ever whenever we want,” Erin told him.
“What if one of us wants to eat cake with someone else?” Noah had difficulty believing he was having a conversation in code about sex, but she was at work.
“You want someone else’s cake?” She sounded hurt.
“No,” he kept his answer very direct. “I want this cake only, but I can’t speak for your appetite. You’re not required to—”
Her silvery laugh pushed his dick to full erection. “I got it. I got it. Cake with only us. I’ll tell you if it’s time to stop eating cake.”
“If that’s what you want.” He tried to control his elation over this beautiful woman agreeing to sleep with him exclusively.
And regularly.
More laughter. “Wow, no one’s ever been quite this intent on confirming my consent. Yes. I say ‘yes’ to this best cake plan because it was damn delicious.”
The coil of emotion inside of him slowly unfurled. “Then we’ve settled it.”
“Not exactly. I got interrogated by my new captain about my type of coffee, and I greatly prefer cake to coffee. Can I have cake now?”
“Now?” he asked.
“I’m alone in my bunkroom. I got my downtime, and I’m unbuttoning my uniform top because it’s feeling tight.”
His body immediately responded. First, she’d agreed to keep sleeping with him, and next she wanted to have phone sex?
“You’re serious?” He would have never suggested this on his own. Then again, what firefighter hadn’t ‘helped’ himself during a slow shift?
“Like a heart attack. What would you be doing?”
“Could we be caught in this hypothetical scenario?”
“Doubt it. Engine went for a tiny kitchen fire, but mostly I was cleaning today.”
“In that case, we should the lock the door in the turnout room.” He suggested, unzipping his pants and taking his stiff penis out.
“The turnout room? Dirty. Okay, we’re alone in the locked turnout room.”
“Let me do a closer uniform inspection. That shirt belongs on the floor,” Noah said.
“Do you like what you see?”
“Unbelievably so. Your turn.” Forty-eight hours had been long and not even close to long enough.
“Since you gave me a command, I certainly can’t refuse. If you take off your belt and use it to tie my hands together, I’m following orders.”
He could hear the sounds of her touching herself, the rhythmic flesh on flesh. “The rest of your uniform needs inspection. Belt, pants, and thong off.”
“Thong?” There was a soft whoosh in the background on her end.
“What was that?”
“That was me getting on my knees. Because you can choose to fuck me from behind, have me suck you off, or spank me for insubordination.”
“You want me to spank you?” he asked, unsurprised at the moisture on his palm.
“That or put your mountain man beard between my thighs. I like the way it rubs me, makes me more sensitive. And every time I walk, I remember exactly what you did down there. Our little secret.”
