Page 54 of Ivory's Ruin Romance

Yes…so close…so very, very close.

Wait. She stopped. Was she supposed to text him before or after she came? Was she supposed to come at all? Did she need permission from the real Adrian?

It was almost too painful to retract her hand, but she did. Opening her eyes to break the illusion, she looked around for her phone.

Better to ask.

Her clit throbbed in protest as she hurried to select the best photo and then sent it off along with a quick caption.

May I please come, sir?

TWENTY-SIX

As soon she hit send, panic flared in her gut. She’d really done it.

Oh no, what if she’d gone too far? What if she wasn’t supposed to ask without a proper agreement?

She groaned and tossed her head back into the pile of pillows. What a self-sabotaging decision. Now, she had to wait for a response before she got any relief.

Finishing the job would be easy enough, but now that she’d gone and asked, she couldn’t. Stupid inner masochist, making up her own rules.

She glanced at the clock. If five, no—if ten minutes passed without a reply, she’d assume he didn’t see the message. That should be reasonable.

Just as she took note of the exact time, her phone buzzed. Scrambling, she almost flung it across the room as she opened the message.

Sir Adrian

No.

…No? What did he mean, no?!

Adrian had never been brief when texting, and this had to be one time he decided to give a one word reply?

Anger boiled under her skin, mixing with confusion and the unbearable ache between her legs. Seconds ago, she’d been prepared to wait a full ten minutes. But now that he’d outright denied her orgasm, she wanted it all the more. Her fingers hovered over the screen, utterly lost about what to type.

Then, her phone lit up with an incoming call.

A hint of relief flooded through her, followed quickly by a tidal wave of adrenaline. If she didn’t know how to respond to his message, a live call would be ten times worse.

But need outweighed uncertainty, and she swiped the answer button.

“Um, hi,” she whispered, letting her eyes adjust to the dark room as she held the phone to her ear.

“Did you come yet?” The smooth tenor of Adrian’s voice accompanied his demand and reignited the embers that had dulled during her moment of shock.

“No,” she answered, grateful her patience held out.

“Good girl.”

She let out a breath and melted into his praise. Every bit of self-induced anxiety had been worth it.

“What do I do now?” She squirmed, unable to lie still but not having gained the permission she needed.

“Do you mind staying on the phone?” he asked. “I’ve been dying to talk to you all day, then when I saw that photo…” He groaned, a low, broken whisper of a curse, but it was ten times better than she’d ever imagined. “I needed to hear your voice. If you prefer to talk after you finish, I can do that too.”

“It’s okay,” she whispered, stretching her legs back out under the sheets, even wetter now from hearing his voice. “I want to stay on the phone. It’s just…I’ve never done this before. The whole phone-sex thing.”

“Neither have I.”

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