Page 23 of Secrets We Keep
“Hey,” I say into the phone. I sound sleepier than I feel.
“Hey yourself,” she says. I hear her moving, and it makes me hard knowing she’s still in bed.
“Why are you awake so early?” I ask, moving the pillow behind me and sitting up more in bed. I want to give her my full attention.
“I…” she says before letting out a tired moan, and my dick instantly hardens. All he hears are her moans. “I couldn’t get back to sleep.”
“If Dom and I had been there, you’d have been tired.”
A small laugh escapes us at the same time.
“You’re the worst.”
“I’m not. I’ll rock your world, and you know it.”
“Oh my god, did you just say that?”
We laugh together. “We missed you yesterday.”
“I gathered. Reid, between eight and five, I can’t be yours.”
“I hate Adrien Banks,” I whisper.
Now it’s Jenna’s turn to laugh.
“I love my job. Please don’t do anything to jeopardize it.” It should sound like a warning, but I know she’s pleading with me.
“I’d cut off my own arm before I hurt you, Jenna.” I’ve never felt this way before. She makes me feel things I’ve never felt before.
“Reid…” she moans, and I know I’m turning her on, talking to her like this.
“You wet for me, babe?”
“Always. I have been for years.”
“You got any toys in that bedside drawer of yours?”
She mumbles something I can’t make out.
“All your orgasms from now on are going to be Dominic’s and mine. Whether we’re in the same room as you or not.”
“Okay,” she moans again.
“Okay, what?” Even I hear the change in my voice.
The line goes quiet, and I have to look at the screen to see if she’s still there. “Okay, Sir!”
“Good girl.”
“You’re going to be the death of me, Reid Taylor.”
“Back to my earlier question.”
“Yes, Sir, I have toys.”
I grip my cock, my thumb circling the head. “What toys do you have?” This conversation is killing me right now.
“Your voice sounds different, Sir,” she says before a giggle escapes her.
