Page 55 of Games We Play
That innocuous question sent shivers down Leah’s spine. “Maybe there’s something else I miss, too.”
“Because that’s the kind of woman you are. You feel better when you have someone to coddle you and tell you that everything is going to be all right.” Sloan lowered her voice. “Everything will be all right. Even if we’re two thousand miles apart, I’ll still be with you.”
She rehearsed that, didn’t she?Leah couldn’t laugh, though. That was one of the sweetest things Sloan had said to her so far, and she wasn’t wont to ruin the moment.I should be encouraging her to say more things like that!
“What about you?” Leah asked. “Do you miss me, too?”
“I said I did.”
Do you mean it?“What do you miss the most?”
She expected Sloan to say something sexual, and Leah would not be put out if she did.I don’t mind it if you’re only thinking about sex with me.Sex was a fantastic escape, and God knew Leah needed her escapes more than ever right now.
“I miss the way you look when you’re asleep.” Sloan sucked in a deep breath that cracked over the line. “Specifically, your look of sweet satisfaction after you’ve passed out because I’ve finally worn you out.”
That might actually be the sweetest thing.It wasn’t that Leah had a low barometer for what constituted “sweet.” Her friends would chide her for saying anything coming out of Sloan’s mouth wassweet.To Leah, though, that spoke to a different level. One that warmed the insecure parts of her soul and made her heart flutter.
Sloan knew how to talk to her. In so many ways, they were kindred spirits.
“You sound like you need a little direction,” Sloan said with a purr. “Do you want to play a game?” Before Leah could get too excited, her lover continued, “I don’t have time to have phone sex with you right now, but I could give you something to think about.”
“Okay.” Leah never meant to sound that meek. It wasn’t even meekness taking control of her vocal chords. That was pure excitement, manifesting in an inability to speak.
“First of all,” Sloan began, “I want you to know that this phone call is interrupting my dinner. I’m actually in the middle of animportantdinner with someone I had to schedule into my life.”
“Oh, I’m sorry…”
“I could’ve sent you to voicemail, remember? But now I’m off my game. I decided to indulge you because of how you make me feel, and that’s on the both of us.” Leah smiled to hear that kind of pout in Sloan’s voice. “Tonight, I’ll give you something sweet to do. But before we have the chance to meet again, I’ll make sure you get a little punishment for interrupting me like this. Would you like that?”
Leah tittered, as if this were her first phone call with someone she had a crush on – fifteen years ago.That’s how it starts, isn’t it?“Yes. When will I see you again, though?”
“Why are you in such a hurry? Tell me what you’re thinking of right now.”
“I thought you said you didn’t have time for phone sex.”
“I don’t, but I still want to know what you’re thinking of.”
“You. Next to me.”
“What am I doing?”
Leah almost laughed herself into a stupor, but somehow retained her decorum. “Biting my nipple and looking at me with that cold gaze you have.”
“Cold gaze? I like that. You speak to me on a fundamental level. Tell you what,” Sloan must have been smoking, for she exhaled a long, languid breath, “tonight, I want you to think about me biting your nipple while you fuck yourself with that toy I sent you home with. Make sure you send me a picture after you’re done.”
“A picture of what?”
“Anything that gets the point across. C’mon. It’s up to you how naughty you get with pixels on a server somewhere.”
Problem was, Sloan was the kind of woman who made Leah want to take a full photoshoot of her naked body orgasming all over the place. Except privacy was always a concern in the digital age, wasn’t it? “I will.”
“Good. I’ll tell you what your punishment is tomorrow. I should also know when we’ll be seeing each other again. If not this weekend, then sometime next week.”
That was sooner than Leah expected. “Can I make a small request?”
“Yes?”
“If it’s possible… and I understand that you’re really busy, but… could we spend a whole weekend together?”
