Derrick laughs, and I’d feel bad except . . . he’s out of breath just like me, and I know he’s just as shaken as I am. “Mmm, yes it was. You sound surprised. Have you ever had phone sex before?”
I shake my head before remembering that he can’t see me, and I giggle lightly. “No. Never. But definitely checking that off my bucket list now.”
“How about you don’t mark it off, and maybe we can do that again?” Derrick asks.
“I might take you up on that,” I reply, biting my lip. Late-night sessions with the Love Whisperer? Lucky me.
There’s a moment of comfortable silence before my brain kicks in and I remember why I called in the first place. Well, I remember the excuse I used to justify calling. “Hey, can I ask you something?”
“Shoot,” Derrick replies easily, and I feel another notch of comfort with him. He’s not trying to cut the call short now that he’s gotten a little action. No wham-bam, thank you, ma’am here. Vaguely, I wonder if he’s the rare type that actually likes to cuddle. He might be an actual freaking unicorn . . . sexy, sweet, and dare I say it, nice. “What’s up?”
“This is silly, but . . . I listened to the shows this week. The female orgasm topic seemed rather on point.”
Derrick laughs softly, and another little tremble goes through my belly. I could listen to that throaty rumble all fucking day. “Yeah, you got me. You mentioned that in our conversation, and it made me think about how many women are not getting what they need. If I can help one guy be a better, more considerate lover and one woman have the orgasm she deserves, I’m calling that a successful show. Thank you for the inspiration. And I’m sure that somewhere out there in the city, there’s at least one woman thanking you too.”
Me, an inspiration and a muse? He knows how to make me feel even sexier. “See, and here I was thinking you just wanted to get all of us ladies turned on. I bet power companies all over had to fire up an extra reactor for the electrical surge from all the vibrators turned on as soon as you finished that bit. Hell, it sounded like your cohort had to run to the bathroom to rub one out before continuing the next call.”
He laughs in that way that tells me something else. Whoever his coworker may be, he’s not interested in her. He’s not calling her up late at night and causing her to come her brains out. “Susannah? Definitely not. Most of the time, she barely puts up with me, but she does a great job of keeping the show on track. She’s the real backbone. I’m just the pretty voice. As for the rest of the listeners, I don’t know. I just hope to help, I guess.”
I smile, realizing he does seem like a truly nice guy, with a sexy voice and an unabashed sex drive. I feel a shot of warmth through my cynical heart, a drop of hope for mankind taking hold before I remember that Kevin was like that once too. Actually, several of my boyfriends were.
Too many men in my life start off charming and kind, on their best behavior to get you to relax around them. They made me laugh, they were warm and built trust until I let my guard down, and they found purchase in my heart. I didn’t mind, of course. I thought everything was cool until they used that foothold to rip my life to shreds, leaving me spinning, wondering what happened.
My mood darkens, even as my body still hums with satisfaction. Trying not to let the change show in my voice, I try to lighten the vibe. “Ah, noble Sir Sex-a-Lot, riding in on his steed to save the citizens from a woeful lack of romance.”
He laughs at my comment, and I can tell at least this one time, I fooled him. “Well, maybe not quite that dramatic, but something like that. Hey, you asked a question. You mind if I ask you one?”
“Sounds fair. I keep the bodies in the attic.”
Derrick laughs, sending another thrill through me. “I’ll be sure to remember that. But . . . would you mind if I texted you during the days too? I mean, I’ve got your number, after all.”
I smile, lying back on my pillows. “I’d like that.”
Chapter 7
Derrick
I’m floating, trying not to get too far ahead of myself. But the mere fact that Kat called me back and was equally engaged in our phone proclivities makes me smile.
Part of me can’t believe it really. It’s been so long since I found a woman interesting, and I was beginning to wonder if my work had made me jaded. I’ve certainly had several serious relationships, in college and after, but for one reason or another, they weren’t the one.