Page 64 of His Good Girl
“True, but you need a job. And maybe you need a dummy boyfriend. I dunno. Just an idea.”
She actually has a really good point. But I don’t see it flying with Logan. He’d go nuts. “We’ll see. I’ll call the agency anyway.”
She nods. “Nite.”
Placing the carton of ice cream back in the freezer and the spoon in the dishwasher, I wave to her and close the door of the guest bedroom. It’s bigger than my bedroom at home and as lavish as the surroundings I grew up with.
Stripping off and sliding between the silk sheets, I pull out the burner phone from under the pillow.
Texting Logan, I ask the question that has been playing on my mind since I left his apartment. I’d totally forgotten all about it until I saw his place earlier.
Who is Rose?
I wait, but not for long, as he replies almost instantly.
My housekeeper. Why?
His housekeeper. He tried to make me jealous while speaking to his housekeeper. Asshole.
No reason.
What are you wearing?
I giggle and decide to be a bit daring.
Just my cum-soaked panties…
Giggling when the phone immediately rings, I squint at the caller ID.AnswerMeNowOrElse
“Hello?” I answer sweetly.
“You’re a tease,” he growls back. “Touch yourself. Let me hear you orgasm over the phone as you’re talking to me.”
“Just like that?”
“You want pretty words?”
“They don’t hurt.”
“Mm, be a good girl for Logan, angel, and slip your hand into your damp panties. Stroke your clit and come for me. I’ll be so proud of you if you do.”
“Fuuuck,” I groan, doing as he says with no questions asked. I would do anything for him, so this is easy. Getting past my previous attempts at this is easy when he praises me, when he wants me to think of him and talk to him while I’m doing it.
“That’s it, angel. Tell me what you’re doing.”
“I’m rubbing my clit slowly. Do you have your cock in your hand?”
“Yes.” His slight croak tells me he is telling the truth. “Are you all slippery, angel?”
“Yes. Are you hard?”
“So hard.”
“Logan,” I pant, speeding up my movements.
“Come for me like a good girl, Serena. Let me hear you scream my name as you ride your fingers to ecstasy.”
“Ah,” I gasp, feeling the orgasm building quickly. “Logan, are you stroking yourself?”
