Page 44 of Sin for You

Again, if I believed in signs from the universe, I’d be trying to think of ways to back out of this arrangement I had with Quinn. Instead, I held my breath, desperate to hear her voice.

“Hey,” she said.

How could that one word sound so fucking hot coming from her? “Mase okay?”

There was another rustling sound. “He drank until he fell asleep. I couldn’t get him upstairs to his room, so I left him passed out on the couch with a blanket.”

“You think it’s really over with him and Janie?”

Another soft exhale. “I think it might be.”

I was an asshole because that soft sound sent tingles over my scalp and made my dick even harder. “Shit.”

“Yep.” She was silent a beat. “Sorry about our plans being ruined.”

“Mase needed you.”

“I was…really looking forward to tonight,” she said softly.

Shit. “Yeah?”

“Mm-hmm.” Another couple beats of silence. “So, um…did you like what I picked out for you…what I was wearing, I mean?” she said, voice hesitant.

“What the fuck do you think?” Every one of my exhales grew heavier, harsher than the last.

She laughed breathlessly.

“You trying to kill me, sweets?”

Her breath hitched. “I was trying to get you to take me to bed.”

“Baby, you don’t have to try. Just thinking about you gets me hard.”

More rustling sounds. “Have you been…thinking about me?”

“You’re all I can think about.” My voice was so deep and rough I sounded like someone else. “You in bed?”

She made a little sound that told me she was. “You?”

“Yeah.”

“And are you…”

“What, baby?” I choked out, knowing what she was going to say and wanting to hear her say it.

“Hard?”

“Fuck yeah.”

“My bed feels empty without you in it,” she said. “It smells like you, though. I didn’t change the sheets.”

My hand was on my stomach and the muscles tightened under it at her admission. “Wish I was there, too.”

“What would we be doing…if you were here?”

I knew what she wanted, and it might kill me to give it to her, because I wanted more than just her voice on the end of the phone. I wanted her naked and under me, her hands, her mouth on me. But my girl was hot and needy, and if she needed to get off, I’d make sure she did it thinking about me.

I wasn’t much of a talker, but I found it was easy with Quinn, and on the subject of getting her off, I was a fucking expert because I hadn’t thought of anything else for a fuck of a long time. “What I’m desperate to do is bury my cock deep inside you and ride you until neither one of us can breathe, but I wasn’t gonna rush it tonight.”