“Then you hear the sound of my belt unbuckling, my zipper sliding down. I press the tip of my cock against your slick entrance. I push in slow—inch by inch—until you’re full. Ruined.”
“Please,” she pants. “Ineedit.”
I growl. “You’ll take every inch. You’ll beg for it. And I won’t stop until I feel you come all over me.”
“Can I please come?”
“Not yet.”
“You’re so bad,” she moans.
“I’d fuck you deeper. Reach around and rub your clit just right. Make you tremble. Make you scream my name.”
“Oh God, I’m?—”
“Let go, baby. Come for me.”
She does.
I hear it—the stuttering breath, the choked-out whimper, the shiver of release that crosses time zones.
And it’sallI need.
I explode, moaning her name, spilling hard across my stomach and chest, pleasure short-circuiting everything else.
She’s still panting on the other end. “You came outside,” she murmurs. “My naughty, naughty trucker.”
I grin, chest heaving. “My naughty goddess.”
A pause. Then she giggles. “So when do I get to see your face?”
“You will,” I say. “Promise.”
“I think we should go on a date.”
“A proper date?”
“Maybe one in your…VIP trucker bed,” she teases.
“Done.”
“When will you be back?”
“Monday,” I lie again.
“It’s a date then. Just tell me where your truck’s parked.”
“Until then… talk soon, Luna.”
“Thor.”
We hang up. I stare at the mess I made—on my sheets, in my life—and sigh.
I jump in the shower, rinse off, and head back outside where Ty is still flipping tires like a lunatic.
“Hey,” I say. “Know where I can get an eighteen-wheeler with a VIP sleeper in the back?”
He blinks. Then snorts. “You’re completely insane.”
