Page 26 of Pen Pal

“I have my ways,” he purred. “Are you showering?”

I stopped dead in my tracks, frozen to the spot. “Y-yes, why? This is so inappropriate. Call me at work during office hours.”

“Mmm, I don’t think so, darling. I know what you were doing just now,” he cooed.

My jaw dropped. There was no way he would know what I was doing. “Yeah, I was showering, yourpoint?”

“You should really close your curtains,” he husked.

My eyes darted past the sheer curtain, and sure enough, my curtains weren’t drawn. Why did I leave the bathroom door open? Anyone could be watching me right now. Did he send someone to spy on me, and was this a three-way call?

“Yeah,” he groaned, and I heard shuffling on his end of the phone. “Show me how you want me to touch you again, gorgeous.”

His voice was hypnotizing, delicious, like warm honey dripping down my spine. I whimpered, my free hand moving of its own accord, dragging along my chest, between my breasts, and down to my navel.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered, growling as my hand drew lower. “What I wouldn’t do to be in front of you right now.”

I moaned, circling my clit with my fingers, my hips rotating automatically. This was filthy, forbidden, but I couldn’t stop. My pussy clenched, reminding me how empty I was as I felt myself get drenched down below. My clit throbbed against the pads of my fingers, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. I craved Enzo more than I had for any other man, aching for him sobadly.

“Fuck,” he groaned, and I heard him lick his lips. “Look at you. A fucking delicacy.”

I picked up the pace, moaning softly as I closed in on my clit, pure rapture mounting faster and faster, and I knew I was ready to burst.

“I’ll make you forget your husband ever existed,” Enzo rasped, his chest rumbling deeply. “You’re mine now, darling. Say it.”

“I-I’m yours,” I yelped, desperate for release. I would tell Enzo anything if he just sent me over the edge. I’d never felt this much pleasure before. He was driving me crazy.

“That’s my girl,” he praised. “Now stick your fingers in your cunt and come all over yourself like a good girl.”

I placed my thumb on my clit as I shoved my other fingers inside myself, and I shouted, spasming around them as I crashed. My knees buckled, and I had to kneel as I felt light-headed, unable to hold myself up.

“Beautiful,” he murmured.

“Lorenzo—”

“Call me Enzo,” he interrupted, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “Like you used to. Next time when you come, say my name.”

I opened my mouth to say something but stopped myself. Smirking, I yanked the shower curtains open, stepped out, and walked toward the window, dripping everywhere.

In a black hoodie and pants, a man outside lowered a phone from his face, hidden in the shadows. I stopped at the window, dragged my fingers from my pussy, and smeared my arousal all over the window, smirking at the man.

“You made a mess,” I teased. “Come clean it up.”

His head tilted to the side, clearly amused by my boldness. He groaned, bringing the phone back to his lips. “Soon, Darling. I’ll be there before you know it.”

The line went dead. I winked at the man as I put the phone down. I grabbed the curtains and closed them, ending the show as abruptly as he ended the call.

I laughed to myself at the absurdity that just happened, but with my post-orgasmic bliss, I didn’t care. I shivered and returned to the bathroom to grab a towel and shut off the shower. I began to dry myself as I switched on the radio, hoping for relaxing music to help me sleep.

The radio announced that there was an inmate loose from Ashwood prison, that there was a riot, and some escaped.

I only realized there was no pre-recorded message on the phone announcing an inmate calling me from Ashwood prison. Enzo broke out.

It was him standing outside my window. It was Enzo who called me on that phone.

Fuck.

Call me Enzo like you used to.

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