Page 58 of Fortress of the King

I slide my middle finger inside and then add another, all the while imagining it’s his cock annihilating me. “That feels so good.”

I can hear the need in his voice. “Fuck yourself till you come,” he breathes darkly, and it makes me wonder if he’s not jerking off himself.

I move my fingers in and out faster, my thumb brushing my clit as I buck my hips, moving them at a maddening pace. I set the phone down on speaker and pull my tank down and pinch one of my nipples.God, I wish it were his mouth.

He makes me come undone so fucking easy that it makes me sick. Hearing his dark, sexy voice only spurs me on and wounds me even tighter.

“Angelo!” I call out.

“That’s it,Carina, come all over yourself, give it to me, imagine my tongue fucking your tight little hole as you ride my face.”

“Oh…oh…”

“I’m going to fuck that tight little ass next time. You won’t be able to get enough of it,” he goes on as I feel my face reddening and my tits bouncing as I work my hand faster. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“I’m going to…I’m going to come…”

“Fuck,” he calls out. “Fuck, Rayne, oh fuck…”

So he is jerking off?

The thought he’s doing to himself what I’m doing to myself sends a shiver through me, and I climax hard, so hard I see stars. I wish it were his tongue or his cock inside me; I need it like I need air.

“You made me come all over myself,” he says, his voice husky and raw.

“Same,” I breathe heavy. I am still circling my clit as I lie there, utterly exhausted. “Why can’t I see you now?”

“I wish I could, trust me.” At least he sounds like he means it.

“Until then,” I sigh, waiting for him to hang up.

“Goodnight,Carina.”

“Goodnight, Angelo.”

He clicks off without another word.

I stare at the wall for almost an eternity.

Do you know what you’re doing?

I can’t say I genuinely know the answer to that.

* * *

The next day at work I find it a little hard to concentrate, the past few days are definitely catching up with me. I’ve just been recapping my conversation with Mia over and over again, hence why a light knock at my door has me jumping like a cat on hot bricks, Melody pops her head in.

“Hey, have you got time for a coffee?” She’s all smiles and comes wafting over, then halts mid-step. “Shit, Rayne, are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

I want to facepalm myself. The last thing I need is people noticing my strange demeanor, especially at work. I wish I could confess to someone what’s going on, and I half want to, I really do, but I don’t want to put Mia at any more risk than she already is. I refuse to do that.

Instead, I smile.

“I’m okay, just day dreaming.” I wave it off. “Ex-husband dramas and I’m just a bit stressed about this new exhibit, it makes me a bit nervous with Claire breathing down our necks. Being the new kid on the block, I want to get it right.” If only that were my biggest problem.

She smiles sympathetically. “I’m sorry, sweetie, exes can be such dick wads. Don’t worry about Claire, she’s got an agenda to get in Trish’s good books, that’s all. You’d think

neither of us had a degree, for fucks sakes.”

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