Page 68 of Ella Gets the D
My breath catches in my throat, and I arch again, rolling my hips into thick silicone. “Holy shit,” I say between pants. Breathlessness takes over, and in a series of stifled moans, I come on my new best friend.
Morgan will have to understand.
Tension leaves my body in waves. I turn off the vibrator now coated in my essence and gaze back up at the light streaking the ceiling, astonished and embarrassed.
Nicolas Cage isn’t the only oneGone in 60 Seconds. I only used the first setting before I erupted—and that was with thetip.
How in the hell do people last with that power drill buzzing up their insides?
I need to step up my game, and apparently my stamina.
My phone dances across the counter. It’s on vibrate, a small miracle. I don’t need the house to wake up and catch me in an X position on top of the counter we’ll eat breakfast on with my titties and vagina out for all to see.
I lift my head to see the glow of the name that was on the edge of my lips before I came. A man who’s quickly become a steady presence in my life, breaking through every barrier I put up to protect my heart.
The tug-of-war to answer after my test drive with a vibrator ends when the phone goes dark and illuminates with a photo of Julian’s grin. It’s a phone call tonight. Not a video chat I’d have to maneuver from the neck up.
“Hi.” I huff and puff like a triathlon contestant attempting a swim in the ocean with floaties. This is ridiculous.
“You okay over there?” His voice can’t hide his smile.
“Yes,” I say through a breath and sit up.
“How was your day?” It’s not lost on me that he’s calling after ten. Maybe he had a bunch of meetings.
On a Sunday?
“Long but worth it.” There’s a faint shuffle that’s hard to place without any background noises for clues. “I take it girls’ night was a success?”
The tingles still prickling my vagina would agree.
“Yup. Lots of fun.”
“Mmm.” A deep breath travels through the phone. “Where is everyone?”
“Upstairs sleeping. I came down for some…” I eye my wineglass and vibrator. “Water. You’re calling late. You okay?”
His breathlessness is a gentle stroke that works its way down my throat to lap my nipples. My thighs clench at the strange note in his tone. Julian’s voice is usually deep with a playfulness to it, but that man isn’t here tonight. Someone darker, with unmasked hunger, is in his place.
“I missed seeing you today,” he says through an exhale that makes me inhale sharply. My hand skims the top of my breasts at his words.
I should feel shame or guilt, but neither comes. Julian and I have danced around long-distant dates we call hanging out and flirtatious remarks that are more foreplay than friendly banter.
I’m horny enough to leak over the floor, and right now I don’t give a damn who knows about the forbidden relationship I have with my best friend’s brother. I do care if one of my girls comes down for a midnight snack and catches me with my hand between my legs.
One thing at a time.
His voice turns thick with desperation. My hand traces my lower lips, and I bite back a groan. “I don’t want to pretend anymore, Ella. You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?”
My mouth parts. This is the first time we’re laying it out on the table. No more sidestepping the fact that he wants me as much as I want him.
He lowers his voice. “I want you to do something for me.”
I’d smuggle diamonds in my ass if he asked. I’m kidding. I wouldn’t do time for a man at the expense of my kids growing up without me. And back-door play isn’t a road I’ve traveled, though I’m open with a partner I trust.
“Sweetheart?” His pet name is a tongue that glides up my neck and raises the hairs at the nape.
I should end the call after I put Julian back in the friend zone he broke out of. There are so many reasons why crossing the line with him is dangerous, beyond the simple fact he’s Morgan’s brother. I’m still married—on paper, at least. Charles broke our vows the moment he stuck his dick in a woman who wasn’t his wife.
