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“That’s it. You’re always soaked and ready for me, hmm? Touch yourself, Mia. Make yourself come in my bed while I watch.”

I’m too turned on right now to object. Everything in me wants to please him, needs to please him. I lower my hand to circle my clit in the way that I know will send me over the edge in minutes. With my other hand, I reach for my mini pink dildo. I wasn’t planning on phone sex, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t planning on getting off using my toy in his bed.

I plunge it inside me, the sound of my slick arousal echoing through the room. He stops in his tracks, blinking twice at the screen. “Is that?”

I don’t respond; instead, I flip on the vibrator with a satisfied sigh. I don’t even know who I am right now, but I don’t care. I’m desperate for him.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” His hand starts to pump faster in response, breath growing heavier by the second. I close my eyes, leaning into the thrill I get from hearing him. “What are you imagining right now?”

I wiggle my hips as I pump the toy inside me, moaning with every graze of my G-spot.

“You,” I breathlessly reply, unable to fight the growing warmth in my stomach. I turn the vibration up to max, not able to hold off anymore. “I always picture you, Jack.”

A cry of pleasure rips out of me as I continue working it inside me. The groans echoing through the phone continue to egg me on, stimulating all my senses.

“I imagine your dick inside me, filling every inch.” I take a shuddering breath. “Drilling into me until your cum drips out of me.”

“Oh shitttt,” he groans as he explodes all over his hand and abdomen.

“Jack,” I cry as my orgasm rips through me. Wave after wave of pleasure, hips bucking on his bed.

“God, you’re like my own personal turn-on. Everything you do drives me fucking wild.”

I giggle once I descend from the post-orgasm bliss. That was freaking exciting, everything with him is.

Chapter 30

Mia

It’s been a long few days, but between my orders this week, hanging out with Cami, and spending time exploring the city with my mom, I’ve been able to keep pretty busy.

If you want to normalize something, I highly recommend surrounding yourself with people in the same boat. Trust me, if I think a few days without Jack is hard, I can’t even imagine how Cami’s feeling with no family and a seven-month-old to care for. It’s been nice being around her. It feels like the first time in a long time I have a real friend, and it seems like she feels the same.

“I can’t get over how nice it is having you here, hun,” my mom calls out over her mug as I tidy up the kitchen. It’s still pretty messy from yesterday’s baking session, so I make a mental note to do a deep clean once I drop all the orders off in the morning.

“I know I’ve said it a million times, but we love having you back.” It’s like comfort is her superpower, when she smiles at me, I’m hit with an overflow of love, surrounded by warmth and calmness.

“I love it too, Mom.” It really has been great, there’s so much peace in knowing you have support around and people to turn to. It’s no wonder I clung to Seb so tightly, I was isolated.

“So…” she starts, taking a long sip of her tea before peering up at me smiling, “spoken to anyone interesting lately?”

“I don’t know what you could possibly be talking about, Bev,” I say, unable to help the smile that crosses my face.

“Mmm, you definitely have not been talking to a particular guy who may or may not be traveling for work right now, then?”

“Definitely not,” I reply with a tiny smirk, taking a sip from my own mug.

She gives me a knowing look, all smiles.

“Hmm, just a newfound addiction to running over to your phone each time it buzzes?”

“You got it,” I laugh. I can’t help it. Every time a text comes through, mundane or not, I’m giddy with excitement, knowing he’s on the other side of the phone, thinking about me, talking to me, or texting me. Who can blame me? I’m just a girl, after all.

A contented sigh escapes her as she takes another sip, warmth radiating from her face as she smiles happily.

“I love seeing you this happy, Amelia. You look like the old you, full of life and light.”

“May have something to do with the phone addiction.” I blush a little, picturing him. It’s true, I don’t know how it’s possible to feel more like yourself with someone else, but I do. I’m a better version of myself—safer, more confident, and free to be exactly me.

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