Page 54 of A Ticking Time Boss

I chuckle. “Yes. I want you to do the same, if you’d like.”

“All right. I’m… okay.”

“Tell me what you’re doing.”

Her voice is like velvet, smooth over my skin and sending goose bumps down my arms. I pump myself harder. “You go first,” she says.

“I’m stroking myself, thinking about you,” I say. “What I’d do if you were here in this bed with me. How incredible you’d look, after I’d slide your panties down your legs. How good it would feel when you’d let me fuck you for the first time.”

“For the first time,” she repeats. “There’d be many?”

“Do you doubt that?”

Her breathing speeds up. “No. I can see it.”

“You can, can’t you?”

“Well… I’m touching myself too.”

“Where?” I demand. Something hovers at the edge of my vision, threatening to turn it dark, I’m so turned on. Images of her flicker in my head. In that dress at the ball. Teasing me in the back of my car. Eyes burning with passion as she tells me off for laying off her colleagues.

The shape of her in that dress. What she’ll look like underneath it.

And most of all, how it’ll feel to have her beneath me. To be inside her.

“I’m touching my clit,” she says, and there’s just a tiny hint of embarrassment. It heightens everything. She hasn’t done this with anyone. Doesn’t do it often. And here she is trusting me with it.

I groan, my fingers gripping my cock so hard it’s almost painful. “That’s it. Do you have your legs spread?”

“Yes. Knees bent, too.”

“Did you take your panties off or just slide them to the side?”

“To the side,” she murmurs. “God, Carter, I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“Don’t think at all,” I tell her. “Just close your eyes. Can you do that for me?”

“Mhm.”

“Imagine it’s me between your legs. My tongue against your clit. I’d push you down on this hotel bed and I wouldn’t let you up again until you’re screaming my name.”

“Oh my god.”

“Slide your finger down. Fuck yourself for me.”

We’re quiet for a few long beats, if quiet is the right term. My breathing is labored and hers comes in small pants. The sound is right there, in my ear. I imagine she’s panting against my cheek as I drive into her. She’d have her legs around me. Fuck, and she’d be sweet, and mine, and I’d—

“Carter,” she whispers. “I can come.”

She says can, not will, and something tightens in my chest. “Then come.”

“Will you stay on the line?”

“I’d rather die than hang up.”

“Talk to me,” she says.

I’m more than happy to. “You have no idea how much I want you. How badly I want to taste you. You’d be sweet against my tongue, I know you would. I want to see you so fucking bad. Want you here right now. My cock’s about to burst, I’m so hard, and the only place I want to come is inside of you. To feel your sweet pu—”

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