“No. Yes. No.”
I chuckled, closing my eyes. “Slip your fingers into your underwear and tell me how wet you are.”
I could taste her embarrassment on my tongue, feel the way she resisted. Then there was a rustle. A heavy breath. A rush went through me; she was giving in.
I was so hard it ached all the way down to my knees.
Her voice sent another pulse through me. “Wet enough to—to slide inside.”
“Good girl,” I murmured, and I heard the catch in her breath at my words. Another piece of the puzzle that was Deena fell into place, and I hummed. She was stubborn and bratty and couldn’t help talking back—but she also liked being praised. Liked being told how perfect and good and sweet she was. And shewasperfect and good and sweet.
“I’ve been wanting you since the moment I saw you,” I admitted. “Since you walked in and made a fool of me. Wish I could lick the taste of you off your fingers.”
“Cal—”
“Keep touching yourself and think about how hard you make me. How much I want you, Deena. Want to feed you my cock while you hum for me.”
“And what makes you think I’d do that for you?” she asked. She was trying to sound tough—but she was panting.
“Because I’ll tell you to get on your knees and suck, sweetheart, and it’ll feel so good to obey. And I’ll tell you how perfect your mouth feels and how crazy you make me. I’ll wrap my fingers in that beautiful, wild hair of yours, and I’ll make you feel how much I want you.”
She whimpered. I clenched my fingers around my length, closing my eyes.
“Are you close, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Next time you go on a date with another man, you’ll be thinking of me.”
It wasn’t a question, but she answered anyway. “Yes.”
“And when I tell you to call me when you get home, you will.”
Her sigh was pure release. “Yes.”
“Come now, Deena. Let me hear the pretty noises you make when you’re wishing my cock was inside you.”
She did—and they were better than I could have expected. She moaned my name, desperate and needy and perfect. I exhaled, lightheaded, my hand still gripped around my cock through the fabric of my clothes.
Her breaths were hard and fast. If she were here, I’d thrust inside her and let her ride me to another orgasm. I’d make her work for it, because she was a woman who didn’t give in easily. I’d fuck her until she was mine. Until she forgot she hated me. Until the only words she knew were yes and please and more. If she were here?—
“Oh. My. God.” Deena’s voice shook. And then the line went dead.
EIGHT
DEENA
I hung up the phone,fumbled to turn it off completely, then slid off the bed. My legs were jelly and my panties were around my calves, so I stumbled a few feet and crumpled to the ground. A half-sob, half-sigh tore out of me, and I pushed myself up to my knees.
What the hell had just happened? Why had I done that?
My laptop dinged. I crawled on my hands and knees to my sofa, where I’d left the computer on the seat cushion. Callum had sent me an email:Turn on your phone.
I pecked at the keyboard with my index finger:No. Then I slammed the laptop lid down and shoved the computer into the crack between the cushions, like that would fix this situation.
What had I done?What had I done?
I needed a shower. I needed a brain transplant.
