Page 58 of Broken Rules
“Are you okay?” he asks, sounding generally concerned.
I smile and lean back on my hand with the phone propped on my shoulder and ear. “Yeah, just tired is all. It was a long night.”
He hums, and we stay silent for a bit—I glance at the clock to my left, and only ten minutes have passed. This session is becoming more difficult than I thought. “So, Hunter. What do you do for a living?”
There’s a slight pause before he says, “I’m a logger.”
My brows raise. “Ooh, a Lumberjack you say? Does that mean you’re an expert at handling wood?”
Hunter chuckles this time. “Something like that. Nothing too interesting.”
“I think it is, and sexy.”
“Do you?”
“Mmhm.” I close my eyes, trailing my fingertips between my breasts, focusing on the movement rather than the sensation my touch creates. “I can imagine how strong you must be to knock down trees that are stories high. How many people can say they have in their lifetime?”
“I suppose you’re right.”
Pleased he agrees, I ask some more. “Now, do you prefer using an ax or a chainsaw?”
“Both have their purpose. Having an ax on hand is a good idea, but a saw’s more efficient to get the job done.”
“Yeah?” I graze along my neck, then travel back between my breasts. “How hard does the job get?”
“It can get pretty rough on the field. Logging can be dangerous if you don’t pay attention, and every detail matters. Weather, obstructions, if the tree’s healthy, the height, and girth. Did the trunk grow straight, or does it lean to the side? All this determines how hard or easy a cut will be.”
I smirk, uncrossing my legs to dangle them. “Sounds tough and dirty.”
“Oh, definitely a dirty job.” He chuckles, and my lips tug into a full smile. “You have a beautiful smile, Evie.”
His statement instantly draws me back to reality—I’m not talking to someone over the phone but to a man behind a mirror. “Hunter, if we’ve only briefly met tonight, how would you remember something like that?”
“Honey, with a smile like yours, it would be hard to forget those lips.”
Heat creeps up my neck, landing on my cheeks, and I swallow hard, needing to change the subject. Get Hunter feeling hot instead so we can end this session. I widen my legs, dipping my hand toward my stomach.
“Tell me then. Did you enjoy kissing them?” I place the phone on the counter and stare into the mirror instead. “Wish I was sucking something else rather than your tongue?”
“Damn…” he breathes, his exhales into the mic getting louder.
“Tell me, Hunter.” Sliding down my thigh, I stop at the hem of my dress. “How badly did you want to lift my skirt,” I inch the fabric upward until I reach the band of my lace panties, “and feel how wet my pussy was while we kissed?”
He stays quiet, so I continue, “Did you touch yourself thinking of me when you got home?”
“Yes,” he answers, his voice husky even while masked.
“Are you hard now? Stroking your dick this very second?”
“Oh, I’m hard, but I won’t come unless you come first.”
I purse my lips, peeking at the timer, and only five more minutes passed, forty-five to go.
Trailing my fingers along the lines of my underwear, I inch closer to my mound. “Are you asking me to touch my pussy?”
“No. You won’t be touching yourself tonight.”
My brow piques. “Your request is very contradictory then, don’t you think?”
