Page 65 of If This Was a Movie

“Uh-huh.”

“Good girl. Now slide in as many fingers as you can,” he says, and I moan at the relief as I stretch around three fingers. “You’re going to fuck yourself and do it hard. You remember how I like it, yeah?”

“Yeah, Nate.” I start to pump, fucking myself and groaning at the slight relief.

“I’m going to come when I hear you, Jules, but you’re going to put me on speaker. Put the phone between your legs, then finger fuck yourself and rub your clit until you moan my name as you come.”

“Oh, god!” I shout but fumble with the phone one-handed to follow his instructions, sitting up a bit to do it. I moan as my fingers hit my G-spot.

“That’s it,” his voice says through the phone, the sound filling the small room. If I close my eyes, I can almost picture him here across from me, jacking his cock and watching. “That’s it. Come for me, baby. God, you sound so fucking wet. Come for your man, Julianne.”

The plea in his voice is what has my body locking, what has the pleasure tipping over, exploding through me, and sending warmth washing over me. “Nate,” I scream, my hips bucking, my fingers deep as I fuck myself with them. My body jolts, wave after wave crashing over me.

Through the haze, I hear Nate groan my name. It’s the hottest sound I’ve ever heard and one I’ll be using years and years from now to be the star of all of my fantasies.

Silence fills the line as we both come down, and I reach over for tissues to clean my fingers before grabbing my phone andtaking it off the speaker. I cradle it in my shoulder, suddenly shy as I catch my breath.

“You were so right,” Nate says, a laugh in his words, his breath still heavy.

“About what?”

“Phone calls are a great idea.”

And with it, the nerves are gone, and I’m laughing, falling back into the comfort I always feel with Nate.

TWENTY-FIVE

JULES

The next morning, I wake up and already have a text from Nate.

Wanna come over and wake up Sophie with me?

I type back, smiling sleepily at my phone.

What’s in it for me?

He sends back a photo of a cup of coffee, and I smile once more, a seemingly constant state of being at this point. I roll out of bed and get ready for the day before shuffling over to the main house.

I’m not surprised to find the back door unlocked, knowing he probably did so as soon as I texted him back, but I am surprised when Nate walks around the corner as soon as I quietly click it closed behind me. He pulls me into his arms and presses a small chaste kiss to my lips.

“Morning,” he whispers against my mouth, and I smile.

“Morning. What was that for?”

“Decided I’m done wishing I gave you a good morning kiss every single morning. Just gonna take it until you tell me not to.”

“Does it mean I’ll get a goodnight kiss again, too?” I whisper against his lips, and I feel them spread into a grin against my own. “Or a call?”

“Don’t tease me, dollface.”

I open my mouth to say something I might regret, to poke the bear and see what happens, but then Sophie’s little voice, singing in her room, makes its way to us.

“Girls’ day! It’s a girls’ day!” She sings some made-up song, and her dad shakes his head and sighs.

“Save that idea for later, yeah? Let’s go get our girl.”

As we walk toward the room, his hand on my lower back and leaving only when he opens Sophie's door, I can’t help but think about how much I like the way he saidourgirl.

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