Jo didn’t answer. She couldn’t. The silence said enough; she was certain of it.
“Oh, God,” Amelia breathed…moaned. “That’s…”
Jo let out a broken whimper as she pressed her head back harder into the pillow. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
“Jo…”
“I-I came home.” Jo panted, forcing her fingers deeper. “And I couldn’t stop seeing you in that fucking lingerie. I tried to forget. But it’s just…you. It’salwaysyou. You’re not a woman to forget.”
Amelia let out a shaky breath on the other end of the line. “Jesus.”
Jo gasped as she spread her legs wider, her fingers pounding inside of her. “I was already close when you called. I almost didn’t answer.”
“Why did you?”
“Because it wasyou.”
The softest moan escaped Amelia’s lips. “Let me help you.”
“N-no. This…isn’t right.” Jo took her bottom lip between her teeth and listened to every breath Amelia took. “Please, tell me to stop.”
“I can’t do that, I’m sorry.”
Jo scrunched her eyes shut tighter. “Why? Why can’t you tell me that I shouldn’t be doing this? Why can’t you tell me that I disgust you and what I’m doing is going to end everything we’ve ever shared?”
“Because,” Amelia whispered. “I’d giveanythingto be there with you right now, fucking you myself.”
The heat that had been building inside Jo had now spread like wildfire. “N-no, please.”
“Touch your pussy for me, Jo.” Amelia whimpered. “Go on. I’ll bet you’re real tight and aching to come.”
“F-for you.” Jo was in a state of euphoria now. It didn’t matter what happened next; they’d well and truly crossed the line. So, she would enjoy this, knowing she could never have the real thing. “Can I come…for you?”
“Oh, it would make meso very happyto hear you come for me.”
The tension snapped through Jo’s body in a violent, breathless rush, her back arching off the bed, her hand stilled against herself as the waves of release rolled through her.
“Mm. That’s it. Give it to me.”
Her mouth fell open, but no sound came. Just a sharp intake of breath, a whimper that barely made it out, and a rush of heat that left her blinking up at the ceiling, completely ruined.
She could still hear Amelia’s breath on the line as her body relaxed into the mattress. Steady. Listening. Most definitely aroused.
“Feel better?” Amelia asked.
“I-I can’t believe you’re even still on the line.”
“Oh, I’m here,” Amelia said, her voice hoarse and laced with desire. “I’m definitely still here.”
Jo let out a strangled laugh and covered her eyes with one hand. “Well, none ofthatwas supposed to happen.”
“Are you sorry that it did?”
“No.” Jo hesitated. “Just…a little embarrassed.”
“Don’t be. You sound fuckingbeautifulwhen you fall apart.”
Jo’s heart clenched as a beat passed…then another. Still, neither of them spoke.
