Page 26 of Play for Keeps

Her brassy response coaxed another laugh out of him. One night, he’d keep count, but not tonight. Tonight, after weeks of toeing the imaginary line, they were jumping right over it. “I know this might be hard to believe, given my ex-wife’s tendency toward exhibitionism, but I’ve always been a pretty private person.”

“Skinny-dipping in the Greek isles aside,” she interrupted.

Ignoring the bait, he continued as if she hadn’t spoken. “I’m also pretty low tech. I think I’ve taken maybe a dozen pictures with a phone in my whole life.” He paused, watching his hand glide over his stiff dick as though the parts didn’t belong to him. “And I’ve never used one for…this.”

“Phone sex,” she clarified.

Heat raced through him, but he was hard-pressed to determine if the increase in tempo was arousal or embarrassment. “Yeah.”

“Relax,” she cooed into the phone. “I haven’t either.”

Her confession stilled his hand. He squeezed his dick hard, torn between the need to hold off the mounting pressure building inside him or to hold on to his hard-on. Suddenly, he was in the midst of a situation with the potential to top Mari’s defection on the humiliation meter. “You said you did,” he accused.

“I said I got off while talking to you,” Millie clarified. “I don’t think it counts as phone sex if the other person doesn’t know what’s happening.”

Still gripping his dick in one hand, he smashed the phone to his ear with his bicep and covered his eyes with his forearm. “Is this happening?”

“Ty?”

“Hmm?”

“I meant what I said earlier. I’m going to climb you like a damn tree. Now, talk to me in your sexy seducer voice,” she demanded. “Tell me what you think about when you think about me.”

The sultry promise in her tone assuaged any qualms he had. He began to stroke himself again, his palm growing damp with sweat as he picked up speed. “Everything. I think of everything.”

Her breath whispered through the phone. Soft, swift pants. She was every bit as worked up as he was. “Can you be a little more specific?”

“I wanna see you naked,” he growled.

“Do better.”

“Is your skin pale all over?”

“Yes. Some places even more.”

“God, I want to see me on you. You on me.” He licked his palm, then started to fuck his fist in earnest. “I want to wrap myself around you. You know the necklace thing your friend Avery always wears? The black-and-white one?”

“Yin and yang,” she whispered.

“Sounds stupid and corny, but that’s how I see us. You and me.” Closing his eyes, he confessed the one thing he’d tried to keep locked down since the day he first set eyes on Millie Jensen. “The first time I saw you, I recognized you. Not your face, but you. All I could think was, ‘Yes, there you are.’”

She moaned so softly, he might have missed it if he wasn’t pressing the phone to his ear hard enough to make it ache. He knew she came because something in the silence clicked for him. The same comfortable intimacy enveloped them when he’d spoken of his trip to Greece all those years ago. They’d found the silence of acceptance. And as much as he relished that millisecond of blank space, something primal stirred deep inside him. Something that demanded he make her declare her release. Own it. And acknowledge the man who’d helped get her off.

“Did you come, sweet Millie?”

His own breathing grew rough and ragged, filling the heavy air between them. She gave a moan he interpreted as a yes. The smallness of her climax tore at him with a force equal to the eruption building inside him. He hated the thought of her holding back anything. Not with him. Not when they had come so far.

“When I see you, I’m gonna make you scream.” Tightening the ring of his thumb and forefinger, he thrust his hips up to meet each punishing stroke. “I’m going to make love to you so slow and sweet, you’ll beg me for more. I’ll fuck you so hard, the neighbors will wonder if they should call 911.”

Millie laughed at the last bit, but he was beyond serious.

“Are you listening to me? I’m gonna…arruh.” He gasped as the climax ripped through him, drawing up from his balls and bursting from the head of his dick with a force he hadn’t known in years. “Coming,” he growled into the phone. “Oh, fuck me, I’m…”

“I’d love to,” she purred.

Her whisper kicked him the over the cliff. For the next minute, he was in free fall. His hand, slick with his own spunk, moved of its own accord. He stared down at his dick in wonder. Like he was twelve and enamored with beating off all over again. His thoughts tumbled over one another. Only two things kept him grounded—the smooth face of his phone practically implanted in his ear and the joyous ease of Millie’s soft exhalations.

He grimaced with a mixture of pride and distaste as he released his dick and groped for the towel trapped beneath him. Gaze locked on the ceiling over the bed. Not his bed. Not his place. And Millie wasn’t his woman. Yet.

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