He sucks in a breath. “I cannot wait to watch you later. I’ll tell you what to do, and I’ll make it so good, I promise. You’ll let me watch you touch yourself, right? Maybe I’ll touch you, too. We can both slide a finger inside to feel how wet you are at the same time.”
“Oh God.” I have to do something, or I’m going to scream at the pressure between my legs. I lean my back against the wall and move my hand down, but he growls my name.
“Get away from the window.”
“What?”
“I don’t want to risk anyone else seeing you. Go to your bed and make yourself come, but use a toy or rub outside your panties. I want your pussy to stay empty until I’m there to fill it.”
The sun has risen higher, but I still can only see his silhouette. And what I see takes my breath away. “Oh my God. You…you’re…”
“Jacking off. Fuck yeah, I am. Christ, Annie, I’ve never been this hard before.”
“I’ll go to my bed if you will,” I challenge, feeling possessive of someone else seeing him stroking himself.
He immediately moves, and I follow suit.
I jump up the rungs, then dive into my bed and immediately put my hand between my legs over my panties. I hear some movement on his end, then the fast, rhythmic sound of him stroking himself, and I moan. “Ben.”
“Annie.” He grunts. “Fuck, I’m gonna come already just hearing you moan. You close?”
“Yes. So close…” His rhythm gets faster, and so does mine. My hips are gyrating, and I’m out of breath, and then it happens. My back bows, and I push up to my toes as a wave of ecstasy rolls through me. “Oh my God. Ben!”
“That’s right, baby.Fuck.” He groans long and deep, and I could have sworn I felt the rumble through the phone. I see stars, and my legs tremble uncontrollably as my thighs spasm. It lasts a while, and it takes a minute for my back to hit the mattress and our breaths to even out before he whispers, “Damn hell. You good, Blue?”
I hum. “Um, I’m better than good.”
“Damn.” His voice gets tight. “If it was that good over the phone, I can’t imagine how great it’ll be when I’m inside you. I don’t know if I can wait all day to get my hands on you. I fuckin’ hate to do this, but I have a meeting to get to. You work tonight, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Come to the bar again tonight. We didn’t get a chance to talk about it yesterday, but I want to hear about your new job. We’ll grab a table and have a couple of drinks while you fill me in.”
The fact that he thinks of things like this is simply amazing. “Okay.”
“Can’t wait to see you, sweetheart. Call me when you’re on the way home from work.”
I have someone to come home to at the end of the day, someone who will be waiting for me. He wants me to come to him…he wants me. The reminder nearly brings tears to my eyes, and I get a tickle in the back of my throat. So instead of telling him how much that means to me, I’m only able to croak, “Okay, Benny.”
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Ben
“Ben. Got a sec?” Max asks, leaning into the bar top. He’s got his badge clipped to his gun belt, so I don’t think this is a friendly visit. In fact, I know what this visit is about, and I am not in the mood to talk about Tara now. If I had it my way, her name would never cross my mind again.
“Kinda busy, Ellis.”
“It’ll only take a minute.”
I wipe my hands on a rag, then follow him to the hallway. “I don’t know what she told you, but—”
“You could have just called me, man. You didn’t have to bring Rome into this shit.”
“She wanted to talk, so I told her what I told her a hundred times, and she wouldn’t leave my fucking office because she didn’t like what she heard. So yeah, I had Rome escort her out, and I filed a report. She tries anything again, I’m gonna have her arrested, Max.”
“Getting thrown in jail won’t help her.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “I’ll deal with her.”
“You’ve had multiple chances, your parents have too, and it hasn’t worked yet. She needs help you can’t give her.”
