Page 30 of Ditching the Dragon (Fated Dates)

“Because I know I’ll find you. The more willing you are when I do, the better it is for us both.”

I debate his proposition. I still have to dig my passport and licensing paperwork out of my desk, just in case I need to run farther than anticipated, and then get it all down to Violet’s car. What he’s asked for means he has to stay precisely where he is, but so do I.

“Half an hour,” I reply.

“Ten minutes.”

“Twenty-nine minutes.”

“Fifteen. Final offer, or I’ll come get you now and relieve both of our stresses at once.”

“Fine, fifteen,” I mutter.

...which I suppose is a strange reaction to a handsome man asking for phone sex.

“What do you want?” I ask.

“Exactly what you’re doing. Strip naked and lay in the bed. Let me watch you touch yourself to my voice and the thoughts I feed into your mind.”

There is no circumstance in which I get naked right now.

So instead, I strip off my pants and crawl onto the bed. I’ve still got my blouse on, and with my comfy, full coverage underwear I’m pretty concealed.

Plus, it’s not like he hasn’t seen me naked.

And maybe, just maybe, I’m looking forward to this too.

Just don’t tell Wick that.

“Such a good girl for me,” Wick purrs, and the tone goes straight to my core. “Touch yourself to the sound of my voice. Do exactly as I say.”

I tilt my head at him and wait for his instructions.

Instead of responding immediately, he rearranges some pillows on his bed to prop the phone up.

“Put your hand in your panties, but don’t touch yourself yet.”

With a deep breath, I push my fingers under the band of my underwear and rest them between my thighs. I have to spread my legs obscenely for him to see everything, and that’s probably the point. The outline of my digits is clearly visible through the thin material.

“Feel that heat between your legs? That’s your body responding to me. Even if you want to deny we’re mates, you can’t deny the effect we have on each other. Run a finger straight through your center. Tell me how wet you are.”

I glare at the screen, but he only smirks.

“Do as I say, Annie, or I’ll spank your ass red the moment I find you.”

Rolling my eyes, I do as he instructs. I’m so aroused, my finger slides easily through my center.

“Well?” he asks.

“You know I’m wet,” I grumble.

“So reluctant for someone so turned on,” he says with a chuckle. “How wet are you, gorgeous? Would you rather show me?”

I don’t think I can bring myself to talk dirty. I don’t know what to say, and I feel awkward in this strange imbalance between wanting him and not. I don’t want to encourage him, but also, I want the 15 minutes.

And fine, yes, he’s so fucking delicious. The camera angle means I can watch him stroke himself while he grips the sheets with his other hand.

Instead of answering, I pan my phone downward and hold my underwear to the side for him to drink in.

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