We hung up a few minutes past eight and I quickly dialed into the call while powering up my laptop. I’d planned to send her various gifts throughout our time apart. I wanted to make her smile, and make her realize how I was thinking of her all the time, even if I wasn’t with her. When I’d bought her the scarves, I’d enjoyed real pleasure from thinking what she might like. I loved it when I got it right and her eyes lit up as she unwrapped the one I’d chosen to go with her hair, or that would look so beautiful against her skin or that would go with the new suit she bought. It was an extension of the sexbetween us. I got pleasure from giving her pleasure. It was a revelation to me. I hadn’t realized I could be happy because someone else was happy. I wondered if Andrew felt like this about Mandy, or if James felt this way about Jessica.
I’d tried to stay awake so I could speak to her before she was properly awake. I loved the sound of her drowsy, half-awake voice. I couldn’t get enough of it.
At some point I must have fallen asleep because I woke to horns, my laptop and papers still spread across my bed. I was at least sleeping back in the master bedroom now. Feeling her around me, seeing her in my apartment was exactly what I wanted. It was tortuous, but it was necessary. When I left for London I did everything to avoid memories of her in my apartment. Now it was exactly the opposite.
I checked my phone. She’d be at work. I could get a head start on my day, maybe even hit the gym. I started to check my messages and found several texts from Anna. More than several. Almost a dozen. Shit, I hoped something wasn’t wrong. I opened them. As the realization of what I was seeing hit me, a heat crossed my body and I was aware of the blood in my veins.
Pictures. Lots of pictures. Close up.
I scrolled through them—her lips, slightly parted, just as they were when she came. The juncture of her upper thigh, her magnificent tits pushed together, with a hint of her hand. The curve of her ass. Her fingers, where I wanted mine.
Jesus, I was hard. I wanted her with me, but this was the next best thing. She was beautiful. That skin, what those fingers could do to me, what that ass could do for me.
She answered on the first ring. I grinned. She’d been expecting my call.
“You’re up early.”
“And you’re trying to kill me.”
“That wasn’t the intention. Just a little reminder of what you’ve got back in London—and of who is visiting you in three weeks.”
I groaned and reached down to my rock hard cock.
Anna
I loved that sound he made as if he were half-crazed with lust. I must have taken about a hundred pictures and sent him about ten. I wanted to try and make them so they weren’t sleazy, that they just suggested something.
“Ethan,” I whispered as I closed my office door.
“I want you on my cock, right now.”
“Ethan,” I whispered again.
“I need you.”
“You have me.”
I could hear him, his breaths shortening. I imagined what he was doing and I felt my underwear dampen. The thought of him, naked, in his bed. God, I was going to have to take a cold shower.
“Stay on the phone.”
“I’m here.” For some reason, I liked the fact he wanted me on the phone. I hoped it would make up for last night a little. I didn’t want to screw this up. I didn’t want to screw us up.
“The picture of your lips. That’s my favorite.” He was panting now. I could hear a rhythm in his voice. “It’s the shape they make when you come.”
“Whenyoumake me come,” I whispered.
He groaned again.
“Yes, when I make you. That’s what you look like. And I can’t get enough. It’s like I’m addicted.” His voice waswavering now. “I can’t get enough of your body, your mind, your soul.”
“It’s all yours.”
His breathing was heavy now, the grunts more consistent. I could imagine his neck strained as he gave into his orgasm. He was there and hearing him was the sexiest, most erotically intimate thing I’d ever heard. I wished I was back at the flat, somewhere where I could try again.
But I wasn’t back at the flat and a knock at the door pulled me back to my surroundings.
Paul Adams, the partner I did most of my work for, put his head round my door and saw I was on the phone and silently indicated I should call him. I was sure he could tell that I’d just got my boyfriend off at the other end of the phone. It must have shown in my face, surely. I nodded and he closed the door behind him.
