Page 50 of We Three Kings

My smile is huge as I slip my phone from my backpack.

Me:Thank you! I love the sushi.

Balthazar:You’re welcome. Are you having a good day?

Me:Yes, because I know you’re thinking about me and I’m lucky to have such an amazing boyfriend.

Balthazar:Fuck angel you’re making my cock hard.

I look down the hall to make sure London isn’t nearby. I doubt she could see my screen, but I’d die if she did. Relieved no one is around, I reply back kind of racy.

Me:I

Shoot! I can’t do it.

Balthazar:What? Are you okay? Something wrong?

Before I can answer, my phone rings. Guilt pulses through me. I’ve scared him. “Hi.”

“Is everything all right?”

The strain in his voice shames me. “Yes, I’m fine. I promise.”

He swears low and long into my ear, which is surprisingly sensual to know how feral he became over my safety. “I’m sorry I frightened you. I was going to type something and then changed my mind but accidentally hitsendbecause I was nervous.”

“Why are you nervous angel?”

The guttural sound reminds me I’m inadvertently tempting a giant man who has been very patient with me. Yet I can’t help myself.

I check one more time to make sure my boss is in her office. With the coast clear, I press my lips to the speaker. “I wanted to say that I’d like to…”

“What?”

His groan gives me courage. “I’d like to feel that…the hardness…of your…”

Oh god. So embarrassing. I’m messing this up so bad. I’m at work and pretending to talk sexy when really I have no idea what I’m doing.

“My cock? You want to feel how fucking hard you make my cock when you send me sweet messages.”

“Yes.”

I whisper but I know he hears me from the rumble in his throat. “Say it. Tell me what you want to do.”

I want to close my eyes and shut out the world but that’s dangerous as I sit at my desk. I take a deep breath. “I want to feel how hard I make you.”

“Jesus Christ.”

The rippling clink of his zipper lifts goose bumps on my skin. He’s touching himself because of me. The thought encourages me, so I keep going. “I want to touch your cock.”

The word feels awkward on my tongue. I’ve never said it out loud before.

“Tonight.” He sounds like he’s straining to talk. “Tonight you’re going to with your hand. You’re going to jack me off, and I’m going to fuck that sweet, sweet mouth of yours.”

I want that so bad. “Yes.”

“You’re going to be my good girl and get on your knees for me.”

My nipples tighten and my pussy aches. I’ve never said that word before either but there’s no other way to describe what Balthazar does to me.

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