“Why?”
“Because you’re sounding real soft. Real needy. And I’m supposed to be focused on business.”
She laughed quietly. “Sorry.”
“Nah. Don’t apologize. It just means you miss me as much as I miss you.”
Her voice dipped lower. “You really miss me?”
“Skye, you don’t even know.”
I heard the sheets rustle as she shifted.
That sound alone tightened something in my chest.
“What are you doing right now?” I asked.
“Laying down.”
“What you got on?”
She hesitated, then laughed. “Just a T-shirt. One of yours.”
That made me grin. “Which one?”
“A black one with a faded logo. It smells like you.”
I closed my eyes, groaning softly. “You really trying to test me, huh?”
“Maybe a little.”
Her voice was sleepy and sultry, slipping straight past my defenses.
“Are you touching yourself?”
A sharp inhale. “No...”
“You’re thinking about it though.”
Silence.
Then a guilty little laugh. “Maybe.”
“Do it.”
“Ocean...”
“I said do it.” My voice dropped. “I want to hear you.”
Movement sounded through the line, fabric brushing skin.
My pulse picked up.
“Are you listening to me?” I asked.
“Mmhmm.”
“Start slow.” I leaned forward. “Take your time. Feel it like I’m right there.”
