Page 106 of Between the Lines

That’s impossible right? To miss something that isn’t even yours?

But I’m lying in his bed, pretending my touch is even remotely as good as his, while I wait for him to call and tell me where he hid the vibrator he bought me, and all I can think about is how much I wish he was here with me.

I’d trade all of these sexually chargedfeelings for his arm wrapped around me in a second.

But then, my phone buzzes, and his simple,I am heading back to my hotel room now. You’d better be in my bed naked by the time I get there, reminds me that I’m allowed to feelthis waytoo.

I slip my hand to my opening, lube up my fingers, and start absently stroking my clit while I press record on an audio message.

“You’d better hurry, Nathan. I don’t know how much longer I can take my own fingers.” I pause, slipping two inside myself and moaning for emphasis, then continue, “You promised me a toy. Don’t make me wait.”

I hit send, then bite my bottom lip as I use the wetness to slowly stroke over my clit. I’m imagining the taste of his voice over the phone when I get a text.

Nathan

What is that?

Claire

An audio message.

Are you alone?

Probably don’t press play unless you’re alone.

I send him a wink-face and the side-eye emoji, give him the twenty-seconds that the audio file contains, and slide my thumb across my phone to answer his call.

“Hey.”

“Younaughtygirl.”

Oh. Ilikephone-Nathan. He growls.

I giggle.

“I’m sorry, amIthe one who purchased a sex toy?”

“No, but youarethe one who sent a dirty little voice clip.” He grunts, and I close my eyes and picture him adjusting himself. “I’ll be expecting those more often from now on.”

“Yes sir,” I say in a breathy chuckle.

“You’re making it awfully difficult to stay in this hotel room.”

“Come home.”

It’s the second time I’ve told him to come tomeby telling him to comehome. I think we both let that settle before I break the silence.

“So. You bought me a vibrator.”

“You mentioned once that you live in a house full of people and had to master a silent orgasm. I figured that meant no toys. I wanted to be the first person to give you that kind of pleasure.”

And here, I thought I was bringing back the sexual tension. How, exactly, am I supposed to callNathan buying me a vibratora “sweet gesture?”

“Now you’re making me want to wait to use it.”

“No, no, sweet Claire,” he says, his voice raspy, thick with want. “You do what I tell you with that toy, or I’ll have to torture you with it when I get home.”

“And what if I like the sound of that?”

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