Page 107 of Between the Lines

He huffs. I laugh. I never pictured phone sex as something to laugh through, but I’m glad we are.

“Where’d you put it?”

“It’s in the bedside table on your side of the bed.”

I use the time it takes me to roll over to the opposite side to fit together puzzle pieces that spell outhomeandyour side of the bed. By the time I get the toy, I’m still not sure where those pieces fit within the bigger picture.

“It’s a simple toy. Something to start with. We can work you up to something bigger.”

Just the weight of the small, pale pink vibrator has the sheets beneath me wet. It’s discreet, no more than a few inches, but I feel like the anticipation of not only using it on myself, butNathanslipping this inside me and wielding the control, is enough to make me come.

“And you were planning to use this on me?” I ask, my voice suddenly huskier than before.

“Yes.”

My man of a few words.

“I want you to tell me what to do then,” I say, clicking the button on the bottom so that the device starts to vibrate. I moan, and the damn thing is only in my hand.

“Are you naked?”

“I’m wearing my thong and your T-shirt.”

He groans. “How is that somehow better?”

“Are you hard?” I gasp. “I want you to touch yourself too.”

“I’ve been hard since you told me that your pussy has been wet all night after thinking about me.”

“Can you tell me what to do with it, Nathan? I’m dying over here.”

“We can’t have that. I want you to start it out on those pretty pink nipples of yours, Claire. Tease the head over them and make them nice and hard for me.”

Yeah. I will not be lasting longat all. Even at its lowest setting, the moment the tip of the vibe touches my already hard nipple, I cry out.

“Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea,” Nathan grumbles.

“Are youkidding—gah! Fuck.”

“I wish I could see you.”

I laugh, but it tails into a moan as I press harder against my nipple.

“Hold that thought.”

I prop my phone up on the nightstand—on my side of the bed—and switch over to FaceTime. I don’t know what I was expecting, but the sight of Nathan, spread out on a hotel bed in a plain white T-shirt, glasses askew, hair mussed like he’s been running his hand through it?

“There’s my naughty girl. Let me see you fuck the toy I bought you.”

Oh yeah. I could get used to this.

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I have usedthe video function on my phone twice. Both times involved calling my brother. I have to say, if I’d realized that I could video call Claire while she was naked in my sheets, I’d have considered upgrading my technology a long time ago.

But before we can really put this into action, I tell her to wait, and rummage around in my luggage. She laughs when I return with earbuds plugged in. I lift my brow at her.

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