Page 41 of Branded
But I couldn’t exactly admit that I’d been masturbating. To him, no less.
“I’m fine.”
“You sound like you’re having trouble breathing. Did I catch you in the middle of a workout?”
“No. God no.”
Now I could hear the smile in his voice. “No workouts,” he said softly.
“I—” I rolled to my back and my breath caught when the vibrator slid back into the perfect position.
“Kailey, honey, is this a bad time?”
It was the worst fucking time, and it was the best one.
Because now my vibrator’s battery decided that it could make one more valiant effort at living…and that living was blaring to full, glorious life, the clit stimulator chugging to attention, pulsing against the bundle of nerves, the shaft inside me buzzing fiercely.
“I—” I bit back a moan.
“What’s that noise?”
My breath caught. “I—” Oh God. “Nothing.”
“It doesn’t sound like nothing. It sounds…”
I bit my bottom lip, trying to find the strength to shut the toy off or pull it out or end the fucking call. But his voice was there, and I’d already been imagining it was him inside me, him touching me. My moan escaped.
Silence through the phone.
The baking show was in the judging portion of the first challenge.
My Kindle was bouncing against my shoulder.
The cell was pressed to my ear.
And my toy…had brought me right to the edge.
“Please, tell me that I’m not imagining you getting off while talking to me right now.” The voice had gone straight from husky to a rasp, and it sent a shiver through me.
“I—” My head arched back.
“Can you still hear me?”
My breath caught, but I managed a sound that sounded remotely affirmative.
“Fuck,” he gritted. “You are.”
I tried to summon the mental fortitude to lie, but I couldn’t. All I could manage was to contain the moans that were rising in my chest, my throat.
“And you’re close.” His voice had gone liquid, boiling through me, its heat scorching me from the inside out. “Oh fuck, little bird, you’re close, aren’t you?”
No words. But I could only manage another of those affirmative sounds.
“Fuck, little bird.” He groaned. “And you’re thinking about me, thinking about the kiss in your office this afternoon, aren’t you?”
“I—”
I broke off again.
