“Nah,” he let out a sexy chuckle. “It’s late. I’ve been drinking. And I don’t want to say anything that’s going to fuck this up.”
“Tell me,” I demanded.
“To put it mildly, I wish I was there with you.”
“In my bed?”
“Yes. Right next to you.”
My fingers brushed against my hard nipple again and I let it linger. “Why?”
He let out a low rolling groan. “Ebony.”
“Omari.”
“I wish I was in bed with you so I could reach over and kiss you. Touch you. Take care of you.” He let out a noise that sounded like an amused growl. “There. Are you happy?”
Taking a careful breath, I paused. “I’d be happier if you’d tell me how you would touch me…”
My heart thumped as my request was met with silence. I heard the rustling of sheets as he shifted in bed.
He exhaled into the phone. “I’m going to need some information first.”
“Okay…”
“How big is your bed?”
“King size,” I answered.
“Are you in the middle of the bed?”
“Basically.”
“Get to the middle of the bed,” he demanded. “What are you wearing?”
Putting the call on speakerphone, I scooted to the middle of the bed. “A black cami and short set.”
“Well, the first thing I’d do is kiss you and strip you until you were completely naked.”
“Are you going to let me take your clothes off too?” I asked breathily, pushing my shorts down and then removing my top.
“I don’t sleep with anything on, so I’d already be naked when I’m pulling your shorts down. But if you wanted to strip me, I’d let you. I’d let you do whatever you want.”
My hands coasted over my body. “You would?”
He let out a huff of air. “Whatever you want, baby.”
I clenched hearing him call me baby. “I like that.”
“Good,” he said gruffly. “Take off your clothes.”
“I already did.”
“My dick is hard thinking about you naked in bed.”
“And I’m wet thinking about your hard dick,” I told him, sliding my hands over my inner thighs. I heard him groan and my fingers slid between them. “If you were in bed with me, I could feel more of it than I did in my office.”
His breathing had changed. “Yes.”