Page 51 of Savage Seduction

“Hmm, something about the way you said that makes me think dirty thoughts.”

“Good,” I say.

“Yeah?” Ben’s voice is deep, smooth, the kind that slides over my skin like silk. There’s something in his tone, something dark and rich, and it sends a spark straight through me.

“What are you thinking?” I ask, even though I already know.

“Thinking about you.”

A slow exhale leaves my lips. “Yeah?”

“Mmhmm.” There’s a rustling on the other end, the sound of sheets shifting, and my body responds instantly. “You in bed?”

I bite my lip, my grip on the phone tightening. “Not yet.”

“Shame.” His voice dips lower. “I was hoping you’d be there, thinking about me.”

“I’m always thinking about you,” I admit, heart pounding in my chest.

Ben chuckles, low and warm. “Tell me… exactly, what you’re thinking about.”

My breath catches. “You… and me.”

“Yeah? Be specific.”

I close my eyes, my free hand drifting down my stomach. “I’m thinking about your hands. The way they’d feel on me. The way you’d touch me if you were here.”

Ben exhales, the sound barely a whisper. “You want me to touch you, Max?”

“Yeah.” My voice is barely more than a breath. “I want you to kiss me… everywhere.”

“Tell me more,” he murmurs, and I shudder, my fingers moving lower, my body already aching for him.

“I want your hands on my skin,” I whisper, tracing a path down my chest, stopping for a moment to pinch my nipple. I let out a soft gasp, imagining his fingers replacing mine. What it would feel like to have his tongue playfully circling the head of my cock. “Your mouth on my neck, teasing, driving me crazy.”

Ben groans softly, and the sound goes straight to my core. “Keep going.”

“I’d pull you closer,” I murmur, my own hand moving with slow, deliberate strokes along my shaft. “Feel your weight against me. The heat of your body pressing into mine. Beckoning me to come inside you.”

Ben’s breath shudders on the other end. “God, Max,” he whispers. “I wish I was there. I’d kiss you, lick and suck you.”

“Me too.” My voice is hoarse with need, my movements growing more urgent. “I need to feel you, Ben.”

“Tell me how bad,” he demands, his voice thick with hunger.

“So bad,” I breathe. “I’m touching myself, thinking about you. About us.”

Ben groans again, and I can picture him, his head thrownback, his body as desperate for release as mine. “Max,” he murmurs, “come for me.”

His words push me over the edge, my body tensing before pleasure crashes over me. A strangled moan escapes me, my breaths ragged as I shudder through it, his name on my lips.

The silence between us is thick, heavy with the echoes of what just happened. I press the phone tighter against my ear, my heartbeat still racing unable to speak without a trembling voice.

“Damn,” Ben finally says, his voice laced with satisfaction. “That was...”

“Yeah,” I whisper, my lips curving into a smile. “It was everything I needed right then.”

“We need to do this in person soon,” he murmurs, and the promise in his voice makes my stomach tighten with anticipation.

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