Page 167 of Solanum

Chapter Twenty

"I'm wearing your clothes." Nora's cute smile appeared on the screen of my phone. "They smell like your fabric softener."

"We have the same fabric softener." I laughed while propping my head up on my arm. The bed of the hotel room, three-thousand miles away from her, felt colder than ever.

"I know, but you make it smell better." She snickered then turned on her side in front of her laptop. "Your sweats are so comfy."

"Think of them as if they're a constant hug from me while I'm away."

"I like that idea." She hugged herself, the floppy sleeves of my gray sweatshirt nearly covering her center. "Perfect."

"Like your ass."

She laughed and dropped her head back on the pillows. "Do you miss it?"

"I do. And the hotness of your pussy in my mouth."

"Car." She swatted the bed and visibly shivered. "You're making me horny again."

"Again?" I laughed before the grin settled on my face. "Or still?"

"Definitely still." She glanced over her shoulder toward the door then back to me. "Sali is chasing Olivia around."

"Must be bedtime."

"Just about. What time is it there?"

"About eleven."

"Eight here." She yawned and snuggled a pillow closer to her chest. "Feels later. You look sexy sprawled out like that."

"Remember that time I fucked you in a hotel room with all our coworkers in rooms on either side of us?" I grinned at the memory. "You tried so hard not to shout."

"I remember it fondly." She snickered and gnawed her bottom lip. "Like most memories, that was one of my favorite ones to recall while getting myself off."

"Hmm. Do it now." I lifted my chin toward the phone as if motioning toward her. "Let me see your pussy, Nor."

Her lashes nearly fluttered at the very suggestion of it. "Right now?"

"Yup. Is the door locked?"

She looked over and nodded. "Have to lock it when Olivia is home. She loves busting in. Sali's still worse though."

"So much worse. She loves catching an eye full. Maggie's no better."

"She's just quieter about it. Whereas Anita can't even look at me when I'm wearing pajamas."

I laughed at that. "Anita can't look at anyone when they're being provocative, but especially you because she knows what your bits look like."

Nora snickered. "When I was like twenty-five or something. Maybe younger."

"Doesn't matter to her. She's fragile like that."

"Oddly enough." She slipped her thumbs into the waist of her pants and tugged them down her hips. "You really want me to?"

"I always want you to."

"I haven't in a long time…by myself."

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