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It’s new.

The second I saw the flash of gold, it reminded me of the light in Toby’s eyes.

I’ve never added something to my cart so fast.

And now … here he is … on the line for real. Tucked inside the case I bought because of him, and creating sparks inside my stomach from just his ragged breaths.

“I don’t want you to miss it this time, Mama. So, I’m going to make it fast.”

Would he rush if he knew I was listening?

“Fuck, it’s like I can hear—ahh—your little breaths in my ear ... taste your—ahng—cunt on my tongue.”

He exhales and it’s like his body is begging me to say something. Acknowledge him.

Encourage him.

I don’t. In fact, I pinch my lips between my teeth and shove my hand between my already clenched thighs. I wiggle my warm and eager fingers closer to my aching core.

My hand slides closer, pressing against myself over the material of my pants, wetness soaking through the thin fabric.

The pressure alone is enough to send my eyes skyward and my teeth biting down hard on my lips.

“Anna,” Toby breathes. “Me stroking my dick … while thinking of you … wrapped around it.” He lets loose a choked noise. “Buried inside that tight cunt of yours … It’s gonna make me come.” He grunts, and I have to work to hold back the sound bubbling up my throat. “Gonna make me paint my chest all over again.”

Turning my head away from the phone, I shove my mouth against my bicep to hold back the gasps I can’t control.

He hums. “There it is, Mama.”

Toby’s rugged gasp drowns out mine and ends with my name from his lips.

Chills flood my skin, and my body clenches in response, my teeth sinking into my arm to hide the noises.

“Two weeks,” Toby reminds me in his deep voice. “Three days. Four hours.”

Before he can say anything else …

I disconnect us.

Chapter Fifty-Four

Toby

Three days in a row, the line connects, but no automatic recording plays.

No demands to leave a message. No robot voice greeting me.

“Hey, Mama,” I say into the phone with a smirk and a tingling palm.

Silence.

“I know you’ve been answering me.” My grin grows, my dick filling.

More silence.

“I could stay on this phone all damn night. Just stop hanging up on me when I come.”

She thinks she muffles the snort, but I hear it.

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