Page 78 of Worth Every Moment
If only she’d answered the phone before. Maybe I should try again, but what would I say? “Hey, get out of my room. I know you’re in there because I can see you.” I can’t do that because she’s taken all her clothes off—
She flops back on the bed, gets comfortable, spreads her legs and raises her knees, pulls a tiny mirror from the pocket of her robe and positions it between her legs.
She slides her hand down and—
Oh, fuck. I cannot watch this. I can’t let her do this, not knowing I’m here seeing it all when she thinks she’s alone.
I jerk up from my seat, dick rock hard in my trousers, and lock my office door. I grab my phone from the desk and dial her number, daring only the slightest glances at the computer screen between ring tones. Yup, Erica is writhing, naked, on my bed, with a fucking mirror between her legs. She tweaks a nipple and lets out a groan. I’m already so turned on, I’m probably leaking pre-cum.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I dash over to the computer and mute the sound.
The ringing on my end of the line stops, and in the half-second of silence I expect the answer machine message to click in, but it doesn’t.
“Seb?”
Oh, my God. She answered.She answered the fucking phone. I pace to the window, away from the computer screen.
“Hey. Erica.” My voice sounds shaky. “Are you at home?”
Are you at home?What a fucking stupid question to open with. Now I definitely can’t admit that I can see her.
“Yeah,” she says, a little breathy. “Where are you?”
“In the office. What are you doing?”
“Making lunch.”
I have never heard a woman sound more turned on when telling me she’s making lunch. All the blood in my body surges straight to my dick, if it wasn’t there already.
“Do you need something?” she asks, still breathless.
“No. Sorry.”What the fuck am I doing?I’ll turn off the screens. Pretend I never saw any of this. “I’ll see you late—”
“Wait. Do you have a moment?”
What the fuck?“Erm—”
“Can you stay on the line?”
My skin prickles, and I glance back over at the screen where Erica is quite clearly still lying naked on my bed, touching herself. Looks like she’s got the phone next to her. Must be on speaker. “Huh?”
“Just… talk to me. It’s quiet here. I’d like to hear your voice.”
My whole body is one great electric fucking current. I’m about to short circuit. My brain might fucking explode. “You want me to talk to you?”
“Mmm. Yeah. Just for a bit. You can go in five minutes.”
Five minutes?
I pull out my desk chair and sit down.Tell her. Tell her you can see her.“Phone sex?”
She laughs. “Yeah. Something like that. Just talk to me while I make the food.”
Christ, she thinks I’m joking. And she’s still lying to me.
Fuck it.I start talking about my day, the meetings I went to, who I’ve spoken to on the phone…
