After locking up for the night, I head for the bathroom, wash off my makeup, brush my teeth, and change into my favorite silk nightshirt.
I’ve just climbed into bed when my phone rings, and my body immediately responds, knowing it is Shane on the other end.
“Hi,” I say on a breathy whisper.
“Hey, there. How was study group?” he asks.
“Productive.” I don’t like to mention the other students to him since they are in his class. No reason to let him know what an ass Dan is. He’ll be out of my life soon enough.
“Are you in bed?” Shane asks, his voice low and gruff.
I shift on top of the covers. I haven’t crawled underneath yet. “I am. How was your day?”
“Busy. Buried in research.”
“And you love it,” I say.
“I do.”
I’ve come to realize he is most at home in his office at work or in the house he is renting, researching and getting lost in his economic theories… that I despise, and that is putting it mildly. Good thing we have other things in common. We both love dogs but neither of us has time for a pet, at least right now, neither of us loves to cook but we both know how since we don’t want to starve and I have another mouth to feed.
But I hate his taste in pizza toppings and we have to order half and half. Pepperoni makes me want to gag and he hates mushrooms. I can live with that, I think wryly.
I yawn, the sound coming out of my mouth before I can control it. “Excuse me,” I say, laughing.
“Someone’s tired.”
I stretch out on my queen-size bed. “I had a long day studying, but I’m a little worked up with all those theories and things in my head. I don’t know if I’ll be able to fall asleep so fast.”
“I have the solution for calming your mind.” He chuckles, the sound low, deep, and sexy.
I squeeze my thighs together, knowing exactly what he has in mind. Sometimes he sends me sexy text messages, and other times he talks me through what he’d do to me if we were actually together.
“Yeah? Tell me more.”
“Well, I know if I were there, I’d use my mouth to make you come before filling you deep with my cock. Seeing as how we have to wait for that, I’ll just have to give you an orgasm another way. That’ll take your mind off of math and theory and put it exactly where it belongs. On feeling good. On me.”
“I can do that,” I murmur.
“What are you wearing?” he asks.
“A silk nightshirt and underwear.”
“Mmm-hmm. Okay, pull those sexy panties down your legs and expose that sweet pussy for me.” His voice rumbles low in my ear.
Doing as he asks, I place the phone beside me, put him on speaker, then hook my fingers into my underwear and wriggle them down my thighs, pulling them completely off. They’ll only be in the way.
“Done.”
“You know what to do now, don’t you?”
My breath hitches at his gruff voice, my finger automatically going to my clit. I am already wet with arousal, and I run my fingers through the moisture and moan aloud at the delicious waves rippling through me.
“Good girl. Do what you like best. What you’re going to teach me next time we’re alone together.”
I begin to move my finger in circles, the tip sliding repetitively over my sensitive clit. Normally it would take me a long time to come if I was alone, but in the last week, with Shane instructing me, whispering naughty things in my ear, it isn’t difficult at all.
“Shane,” I say on a low groan.
