“You tell me, babe. You tell me.”
“There are very few pedestals in any of my filthy thoughts about you.”
She bit her lip, for that. “So, you do have such thoughts, then.”
“Constantly. Obsessively. In all conceivable variations.”
“Maybe you could tell me what some of those variations are.”
“Mostly they’re things you’ve dirty talked to me about.”
“So when we were on the phone together—”
“I wasn’t jerking off, if that’s what you’re thinking,” he said, and she couldn’t quite hide her disappointedohin response.Though, naturally, that only made it sweeter when he added, “I held off until I’d hung up so you wouldn’t hear me.”
“Fuck. Fuck, that’s hot. Oh my god, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“I’m glad. Because it felt fucking shitty at the time.”
“Even though I practically begged you to do it?”
“You probably wouldn’t have done if you’d seen how filthy I was about it.”
She tried not to picture it the second he said that word.
And failed, miserably. Her head was immediately full of him, on his back. Probably still in his clothes, but with his cock in his hand. Harsh strokes, she was sure, and then when he came, oh when he came—somehow she could just see him licking it from his fingers.
Though she tried not to let that glorious image infect her words.
“Pretty sure masturbation is always filthy.”
“Not for me it isn’t. Never for me.”
“So usually you do it primly.”
He shook his head. “Usually I do it like I want to get it over with.”
“You make it sound like some kind of necessary chore.”
“That’s how I feel about it. That’s how Ifeltabout it. It was always something I needed to do to relax or a thing I had to put aside to do my job right.”
“And what exactly was it about your job that meant you had to put it aside?”
“I couldn’t split my focus like that.” He paused, as if weighing whether he should add anymore. Then he seemed to say fuck it with just one eyebrow, and suddenly the rest came free. “Often, silence was a factor.”
“I guess the last thing you want is the King of Prussia hearing you jerk off through the secret wall you’re hiding behind so you can assassinate him.”
“Prussia isn’t a place anymore, and there are no secret walls.”
“But the rest is true.”
“If I say yes, will it scare you?”
Thatfuck iteyebrow happened again.
And this time, it was accompanied by something even better.
He sort of half-slumped onto one elbow, as if this conversation was sucking him in.
