Page 127 of Return To You

“Are you touching yourself? Fuck, babe, you’re touching yourself, aren’t you.”

“Um…”

His breathing is labored on the phone, and the sound of fabric comes through. “My cock is beating for you, babe. It’s full and hard.”

I slide my yoga pants to my knees and push the thin strip of my G-string aside. “I’m so wet for you,” I whine.

“Fuck, babe. Now touch your breasts.”

“O-Okay.” I put the phone on loudspeaker and pinch my nipple with my other hand. “It’s not the same when it’s not you,” I complain.

“Shit. Tell me something. Anything.”

“I want to suck your cock.”

He grunts.

“And then I want you to have your way with me. What will you do to me when you see me, Ethan?”

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk for days. I’m gonna make you come so loud, the church ladies will sign themselves when they see you in town. I’m gonna mark you, Grace. I’m gonna make you mine.”

I buck under his words, my fingers working my clit. “I’m coming, Ethan. I’m coming for you.”

He grunts softly, then lets out a long “fuuuck.”

We’re silent for a while. “You still there?” I ask, slightly out of breath.

“Yeah. Shit that wasn’t bad, but nothing like the real thing.”

“No.” The house is quiet. There’s no after sex cuddle. It feels a little… sad.

I stand and move back to the living room.

“Where you going?”

“To the living room.”

“I thought you were there already?”

I blush. “I moved to the bedroom when… when it started heating up.”

He growls. “No living room sex?”

I fill a glass of water. “It feels… it feels weird.”

He laughs softly. “We’ll work on that.”

Ohmygod. “Okay.”

“Okay,” he repeats in a chuckle. “God you’re cute. How was your week?”

“Nothing new with the lease yet. Waiting to get some sort of official notification. It’s a little nerve-wracking.” Then I tell him about Fabrizio freaking out after a client insisted on him giving her what he calls a Karen haircut. About Cheyenne finally entering a graphic arts competition. About the idea I had the other day, with the girls, that I just can’t let go of, of having my own line of products.

“I think that’s a great idea. Fuck Richardson and Amy. You’re gonna crush it no matter what. I just know it.”

That evening, after hanging up, I sort through my clothes and free up almost half my closet and a portion of my drawers.

Day 10 Love Note:

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