“It’s Kara. I have to answer this.”
“Go ahead,” he whispers, his mouth making contact with my hip. “Makes no difference to me.”
“I can’t. Not with you—” The words are stolen as he runs his tongue along the length of me, pressing a closed lip kiss at the top.
“Answer the phone, Lottie. She’s called twice now. Make it quick and I’ll behave.”
His head rests against the inside of my leg and, figuring he’s made himself comfortable, I sigh before sliding to answer the call.
“Hello?”
“Hey, I’m glad you picked up. I was starting to wonder if you were screening my calls. Either that or you were knee deep in banging your boss.”
Noah, who can clearly hear Kara’s louder than life chatter, huffs a laugh, the heat of it against my skin causing me to writhe against the weight of him. This was a bad idea.
“Nope. Neither of those. What’s up?”
Noah clicks his tongue as if to shame me for my lie and tickles my hip with his fingertips.A really bad idea.I bite my lip to keep from making noise as Kara answers.
“Bummer. Well, I was just calling to check in. I was with Nan most of yesterday, helped her with laundry and then she force fed me brownies while we watched her soaps and packed orders. I gotta say, some of those shows are pretty addicting. Way more sex than I ever would have thought for Nan though.”
“So much sex,” Noah breathes, his fingertips trailing closer to my center again.
“Oh yeah,” I say into the phone, hoping my voice isn’t coming across as screechy as it is in my head. “She’s roped me into watching those a few times. I should have warned you to get out of there by noon.”
“It was no biggie. Sort of fun, actually.”
“Somuch fun,” Noah responds, his face moving to replace his fingertips. Since Kara’s call doesn’t seem urgent, his promise to behave is crumbling and I know I need to get her off the phone.
“Was there something you needed, Kara?”
“Nothing in particular. Just miss you. You’re home tomorrow, yeah?”
“Yes,” I bite out, bucking my hips. “Will I see you then or are you in the studio?”
“I’ll be home.”
There is a stretch of silence and Noah runs his tongue up along my center again and I practically yelp, a strangled noise garbled into the phone.
“Did you say something?” Kara, asks. “Sorry, you’re on speaker and it sounded sort of weird, like you cut out or something.”
My entire body blushes and I twist against the mattress. “Nope. Nothing here.”
“Weird.”
Noah is definitively past behaving at this point, and it’s taking everything I have to keep from moaning under his touch.
“Hey Kara, I have to go. I’ll text you later.”
“Sounds good. And Lottie? Let loose a little. You sound stressed. Sex with your boss, or anyone else you can find, might do you some good.”
I pinch my eyes shut as Noah hums his approval of Kara’s suggestion and delves impossibly deeper, his arms pressing my knees down so I’m spread open against his face.
“Not going to happen,” I snap.
“Your loss. He’s hot.”
Unable to take it any longer I pull the phone away from my ear with a strained “bye Kara” before sliding to end the call.
