Page 86 of Best Kept Secret
“Want me to call you back when I’m out of the tub, or are you going to bed?”
“It’s cute you think I’m just gonna hang up on you while you’re naked and wet, soaking in my bathtub. Switch the call to FaceTime, babe,” I husk, popping the button on my pants and dragging down the zipper, snaking my hand into my briefs. “I wanna see my beautiful girl.”
Millie’s soft gasp is adorable, and just when I think I’m going to need to convince her, my phone buzzes and I glance at the screen to see the FaceTime request. Biting back my smirk, I accept the request and almost swallow my goddamn tongue at the sight.
Hair piled high on top of her head, secured by one of her scrunchies, skin dewy, cheeks painted pink. The water laps gently at the swell of her breasts, and I drag a hand down my face, because holy shit. “Jesus Christ, baby.”
Millie rolls her eyes at my reaction, but I see the telltale flush creeping up her chest and neck. She likes it. God, she’s fucking perfect.
“How was dinner with your bestie?”
“My bestie?” She plays dumb with a cute wink. “You’re my bestie.”
“Aw, baby.” I close my eyes at that. I’m her bestie. I don’t know why that affects me so much, but it does. Opening my eyes, I stare into her beautiful green gaze. “You’re my bestie, too.”
“Duh,” she sasses.
“I miss you,” I rasp.
“I miss you, too.” She sighs.
“Fuck, I wish I was there with you right now.”
“Oh yeah?” Her smile turns mischievous, and she arches an eyebrow. “What would you be doing if you were here?”
I track her every movement as she drags her hand up overshoulder, leaving a trail of little bubbles on her smooth skin. And I don’t know if she’s trying to be seductive, but fuck, it’s working. I stroke my dick hard and slow, tamping down on the groan that works its way up the back of my throat.
“I’d be sitting there behind you. Your sexy little body would be between my legs. And I’d kiss you right there—” I jut my chin. “In that spot at the base of your neck. The one that makes your back arch and your toes curl.”
Millie hums, her eyes growing heavy-lidded as she trails her fingers to the spot, circling it lightly. “What else would you do?”
I shift on the bed, shimmying my pants down over my hips to get a better grip on my dick. “I’d wrap my hands around your waist, and I’d run one up your stomach, your ribs, cupping your perfect tits. I’d swirl a finger around one of those perky nipples before pinching it, tugging on it.”
Millie licks her lips, rolling them together between her teeth. Her chest expands with a breath, causing her breasts to rise just enough that I catch the flash of a nipple popping up over the surface. My balls ache and I squeeze my cock.
“I’d trail my other hand down your stomach, between your thighs, and I’d tease that pretty pussy, dragging my finger up and down your slit.”
She releases a breath, and I don’t miss the way it trembles, my dick jolting at the sound.
“You’d like that, huh?”
Millie nods, biting down on her bottom lip.
“Touch yourself, baby,” I urge. “I am.”
Her eyes flare at my admission, cheeks pinkening even more. “You are?”
“Damn straight.” I chuckle. “Been hard as fucking stone ever since you told me you were in my bathtub. Wanna see?”
“Yes!” She answers quickly, breathlessly, and I chuckle again, flipping the camera on my phone to give her a view of my hand pumping my dick.
I watch her pretty face watch me jerk myself off, but then her eyes go wide and her mouth parts with another soft gasp, her brows knitting together in confusion as she says the one thing I sure as shit wasn’t expecting at a time like this.
“Is that my scrunchie?”
Oh, shit.
CHAPTER 39
