Page 73 of Delay of Game
The red silk set had stretched my budget and, sadly, never been viewed by anyone other than myself. Still, I liked to pull them out of the closet and wear them around an empty house. The lacy edges tickled my upper thighs, and the camisole top showed off my chest without making me look boxy.
“Yeah?” Rob asked as I ran a fingertip between the slits in the shorts and up to my exposed stomach.
“Mm-hmm,” I hummed into the phone, waiting to see if he dropped the conversation or dove in.
“What are your sexy pajamas?”
“A red silk set with white lace trim. The shorts barely cover my ass, and they have slits all the way up the side. The top is barely a crop top. It’s so tiny I can’t wear anything underneath it.”
“And you’re wearing that right now?” he asked, voice low and sultry.
I strained to hear any indications of what he was doing, how he moved, whether he’d left the car and was in his bedroom, if he’d unzipped his pants or closed his eyes.
“Right now.” My thumb brushed the waistband of the shorts. “What are you wearing?”
“Nothing remotely sexy,” he said, voice still low. “Jeans, a black shirt.”
“That sounds incredibly sexy,” I said, closing my eyes and conjuring up a vision of Rob in my house instead of on the phone. His hand gripping my waist and running down my leg. Peeling off his blazer and shirt and running my hands down his chest. “The same black shirt you wore outside the pottery studio?”
The choked sound on the other end of the line made me grin. “Yeah. That one.”
“You know, when I haven’t been reading David Copperfield, I’ve been thinking about that day…”
TWENTY-SIX
ROB
I tiltedmy head back on the headrest and closed my eyes. Distantly, a warning sounded at the back of my mind. This was a fucking mistake. This was the entire reason I told Astrid I only wanted to be friends.
Because this sweet, innocent kindergarten teacher made me want to do the dirtiest things to her. And just the knowledge that she’d been thinking about me made me half hard.
“Have you wondered what would have happened if we hadn’t been interrupted?” she asked.
I didn’t have the heart to tell her she had me so worked up, I wouldn’t have lasted much longer. But given the chance, I would have made her cum until I was ready to go again.
“I had a pretty good idea of where I wanted it to go,” I admitted, raking my hand down my face. “Probably better that it ended when it did.”
“Hm? Really?” Her voice pitched dangerously low and coupled with the visual of her wearing only silk and lace, a smarter man would have stopped the conversation dead.
Or encouraged it.
“What are you doing, Astrid?” My fingers flexed on my thigh, pulling my pants into a fist.
“Just talking,” she said, as if sugar wouldn’t melt in her mouth. “Unless you want me to hang up.”
I blew out a breath. “No.”
“So, where did you want it to go?”
“Back to my bedroom.” I closed my eyes. “I should have done that first. Thrown you over my shoulder and carried you upstairs.”
She exhaled. “You didn’t want to finish messing around in the kiln yard?”
“And get interrupted? Fuck no.”
She laughed, sending shivers over my body. “So, you’ve thrown me over your shoulder, caveman-style, taken me upstairs. What next?”
“Strip you naked.” My dick strained against my jeans. “Your body is so fucking hot, and I never got to see it.”
