Page 56 of Sinclair Duet

“Yeah…I haven’t…”

His tone deepened. “I can imagine how beautiful you look with your knees spread wide. Spread those knees.”

Biting my lip, I did as he said. Each breath came quicker. My nipples beaded.

Damien’s voice continued. “Put the phone on speaker. Lay it next to you. I want you to play with your perfect tits with one hand while you sink the fingers of your other into that pretty pink pussy.”

“Fuck, Damien,” I panted as my hands obeyed. “This is…” I was going to say wrong, but as his groans grew louder and my hands moved faster, wrong was far from the right word. My sounds joined his, a primitive serenade, two people finding pleasure together. I closed my eyes as the orgasm hit.

“Fuck,” he growled again. “This is what you’re doing to me.”

“Me?” I wiped my hand over my damp brow.

Other than last night, I rarely made myself come without a vibrator. This was the second time in two nights.

“You,” he cooed. “Good night, Ella. Take care of that sweet pussy.”

Yeah. I just did that.

“Good night.”

“Make that my two favorite pussies. Tell Duchess good night.”

I shook my head. Sitting up, I looked around the bedroom. The lights were still on, and the blinds were lifted just high enough to have the windows open. Duchess lay on one of the sills. “He said good night.”

She looked my way, and I swear she smiled.

“Good night, Damien.”

Gabriella

Niles gave me one of his looks, the kind that asked if I was all right. With Rosemary sitting across the table, I simply feigned a smile and nodded.

“Thank you for your time,” Rosemary said as she closed her laptop. “It’s good to know I have Niles here and you’re only a phone call away.”

“I am. You’re off to a roaring start.” The three of us had spent most of the week together, Niles and me filling her in on our duties. I wasn’t sad to pass off the new intern to her. He was more work than he was help.

Rosemary looked around my office as she stood and tucked her laptop under her arm. “Are you sure you don’t mind me moving in here?”

With a sigh, I leaned back and stretched my neck. “The movers are coming in the morning. It’s silly to let the office sit empty.” I thought the movers were still coming. Since our phone sex Tuesday night, I hadn’t heard from Damien. It wasn’t that I’d missed any calls or text messages, only that none had been sent.

“I’ll see you both tomorrow,” she said as she left the office, closing the door behind her.

As soon as we were alone, Niles’s hazel stare was on me. “Talk to me, Els.”

“Nothing to say,” I replied as I tried to swallow the lump that had been forming in my throat.

“Still no calls?”

I shook my head. “Or text messages. I’ve had my ringer on day and night.” I let out a long breath. “This is what I was afraid of. He comes on all hot, heavy, and possessive, and then disappears.”

“Have you tried to call him?”

“No.” Pushing my chair back from the conference table, I stood. “I don’t know what’s happening. He said there was an us, but it’s not official. I don’t want to come across too needy. Besides, Damien said if I had questions to call Johnathon, his assistant.”

Niles scrunched his nose and crossed his arms over his chest. “Come home with me tonight. Jeremy will have dinner and the three of us can drain a bottle of wine…or two.”

The offer was inviting. “I should go home and keep working on learning more about the pharma coalition. I’ve spent every minute of the last week with Rosemary and you. I’ve let the preliminary research of my new position slide.”

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