Page 204 of Enigma: The Complete Collection
After hitting the speed dial for Isabelle, I press my phone to my ear. She answers on the very first ring.
“Hi.”
“Hi,” I reply as my hearing hones in on a faint dragging noise trickling down the line. “Are you biting your lip?”
Her giggles stiffen my cock. “How did you know that?”
“I know everything. Haven’t you learned that yet?”
It’s so quiet, I hear her cheekbones lift. I shift my eyes to the spectacular view of the Vegas skyline, acutely aware it has nothing on the awe-inspiring beauty Isabelle disperses when she smiles.
“Why were you biting your lip? You only do that when you’re nervous?”Or horny.
She better be both nervous and alone.
When my question is met with silence, I prompt her to answer me. “Isabelle?”
“I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to use this phone to send you messages, or if it was just for emergencies.” She sounds panicked as if she is seconds from getting into trouble. I understand why when she adds, “I deleted the messages as soon as I sent them, so no one can trace them.”
My lips vibrate when I release the breath I’m holding in. “That’s the reason I gave you the phone. If you need me, call me. Anytime, day or night. Okay?”
“Okay.”
Her soft purr has my cock straining against the zipper in my trousers, but I do my best to ignore it. “How did your appointment go with Avery today?”
While unbuttoning my suit jacket, I pace back to the bar in the middle of my suite. Isabelle is over twenty-two hundred miles away, so there’s no use getting myself worked up over the sexiness of her voice when I can’t do anything about it.
“Good. I really like her.”
I grin, pleased. “Did you tell her about your nightmares?”
“Yes. She gave me some techniques I need to do before bed each night. They’ll hopefully lessen their occurrences.”
“What type of techniques?”
“Umm. . . visuallystimulatingprompts.” Her voice lowers to a husky purr. “They’re supposed to prepare my mind for a peaceful sleep by stimulating my senses with positive images.”
My brow arches as quick, needy breaths double the output of my lungs. “What type of images are you looking at?”
“I don’t know,” she whispers. “I haven’t looked at them yet.”
My eyes drop to my watch, which advises it’s 11:35 p.m. in Ravenshoe. “Are you not preparing to go to bed?”
“Yes.” Her voice is even lower. “I just don’t need Dr. Avery’s images to visuallystimulatemyself.”
My pulse quickens as sweat slicks my skin. “Are you using something else?”
I throw my jacket over a Victorian chaise on my right, too hot to need additional layers of clothing when Isabelle replies, “Yes.”
I pour myself a generous serving of whiskey before asking, “What are you imagining?”
“You…” I freeze as a growl rips up my throat, “… naked.”
My cock turns to stone. I’ve never participated in phone sex before, but Isabelle’s husky purr is encouraging me to open my mind to new possibilities. I plan to make Isabelle mine in every sense of the term, so phone sex should be included in that curriculum, shouldn’t it?
My lips brush my phone’s speaker when I ask, “Did it make you wet?”
“Yes,” she breathes out slowly. “Very.”
