“If it was my cock making you scream my name, not your fingers.”
Charlotte giggled, and my dick twitched. I needed to end this call before I ended up chafing my dick or with carpal tunnel in my wrist.
“I’m going to let you go now, sweetheart. I have to go and clean up, again …”
“Again?”
“After you left I had something to take care of.” Charlotte giggled.
I’d never pictured Charlotte as a giggler, but it was music to my ears. It was incredibly addictive, and I was seriously worried I’d never get enough.
We said our goodnights again and ended the call. After another quick, cold shower I slipped into bed and into a dream-riddled sleep—one filled with dreams of the woman who was burrowing her way under my skin.
Finding time to see Charlotte was almost impossible. Even though we spoke almost every day, it wasn’t enough. Even Isla was getting antsy to see her. Seems Charlotte had quickly become an idol in Isla’s innocent eyes. Last night Isla video called Charlotte and read her a story, rather than reading it to me. It was sweet watching them together and listening to Charlotte help Isla as she stumbled over words. She was so patient and kind and not once did she make Isla feel like she was messing up.
Yesterday afternoon, Charlotte had managed to sneak out for an hour when Isla finished school and I took my two favorite girls to the bakery for an afternoon treat. While Isla devoured a unicorn cupcake, a sugar-filled disaster that’d almost cost me my sanity last night as she experienced the sugar crash, Charlotte and I sat at a corner table, drinking coffee and trying to coordinate schedules.
But the time had been fleeting. It was too short, and I needed more. Stolen moments here and there weren’t going to cut it when it came to Charlotte. I wanted more and she deserved it.
Luke:Tell me you’re free on Friday night
I was almost begging, and I wasn’t at all embarrassed.
As much as I liked having Friday nights for just me and Isla, I needed Charlotte more. I wouldn’t be finished work until eight, but I was hoping that wouldn’t deter Charlotte. Mrs. Neal would already have Isla in bed before I even clocked off for the week and was more than happy to have a slumber party so I could steal some time to spend with my very sexy, very patient girlfriend. The look on her face when she’d told me Isla had blabbed about my girlfriend made me squirm. Talking to Mrs. Neal about my personal life was like talking to your mother. Some topics should just be off-limits, and Charlotte was one of them.
Charlotte:I could be persuaded
Bloody sassy woman. She couldn’t just give me a yes or no, she made me work for every inch and I’d never been happier to put in the effort.
Luke:I can pick you up at 9
Charlotte:Or …
Charlotte:You can pick up takeout on your way and we can stay in
Luke:Brains and beauty. I like your thinking
I liked her way of thinking. A lot. If she’d wanted me to take her out, I wouldn’t have batted an eyelid, but staying in was a much better idea.
If stolen moments were all we had, then I was determined to make the most of them.
17
CHARLOTTE
It’d been a long week.
A long week at work.
And a long week waiting for some much-needed one-on-one time with Luke.
I’m not saying I was desperate, but I may have had to change the batteries. Twice. This week.
It was just after eight on Friday night, and I was fighting off a headache. There was no way I was letting that ruin my evening, especially when it was my own fault. Knowing Luke wasn’t coming over until late, I stayed in the office and tidied up some much overdue paperwork much to Liam’s amusement. Since Hannah was still off on maternity leave and Rosie was chasing some hot doctor around Seattle, Liam was the only person in the hospital I could really talk to, but he was being an annoying little shit.
Yesterday when Luke made an all too brief appearance at the hospital, Liam interrupted our time together. So instead of leaving me with a toe-curling kiss, a sneak peek of what was to come, all I got was some bullshit chaste quick peck before he left me with whatever the female equivalent of blue balls was.
I’d just climbed out of the shower, where I’d primped and plucked and made sure everything was as good as it could possibly get when my phone chirped.
