Page 124 of Once a Month

“Ask,” she says.

“This is crossing a line… We’ve already crossed one with me calling, but this–”

“Ask,” she says louder this time.

“Will you meet me somewhere tomorrow night?”

“Where?” she asks.

“I don’t know. I was thinking about a hotel or something,” I say.

“Yes, name it,” she says.

I smile to myself, running my fingertips along my inner thigh, thinking about her doing it instead.

“You don’t have to,” I say, giving her an out.

“I want to.”

“It’s just us. There’s no company to–”

“I want to,” she repeats.

“I’ll make a reservation,” I say. “I can text you the details.”

“Yes,” she says.

“And you’re absolutely sure?” I ask.

“You’re alone right now, right?” she asks.

“Yes.”

“The woman you…” She pauses. “The woman you’re dating; she’s not–”

“We’re not dating. We went on one date after the coffee thing. She’s nice, but I can’t right now.”

“Can’t what?” she asks.

“Think of anyone but you,” I tell her.

“Can you do something for me?”

“Yes.”

“Touch yourself with me right now.”

“Oh,” I say. “Really?”

“Yes, please. Just talking to you has me so turned on.”

“Me too,” I say. “Your voice is so sexy on the phone.”

“So is yours. I need to hear you come.”

“You can tomorrow night,” I tease.

“Now, babe.”

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