I laugh and then bury my face in the pillow, embarrassed but far more relaxed. “I know. But I’m not sorry. I wanted to hear your voice.”
“Well, mission accomplished. And you got the added bonus of an orgasm.”
“Thank you. I—I should get back out there. The girls are probably wondering where I am.”
“No problem, sweetheart. Have some more fun and more booze. And if you feel like you need another release later, don’t hesitate to call me.”
I chuckle and then sit up. “Don’t tempt me.”
“Oh, I plan on doing that multiple times in the future, Jess. Don’t you worry.”
“You already do.”
A beep comes through the line, halting our conversation. “Hey, I’ve got to go. I’ll talk to you soon, okay?”
“Okay, Brooks. Have fun tonight.”
“Thanks, Jess. Bye.” The line goes silent, but the steady thump of my heart in my chest fills that void as I relive what we just did and throw myself back on the comforter, thinking about how much longer I have to wait to see him again and hopefully get an orgasm from him in person.