“What does it feel like?”
I squeeze it gently. “Hard. A little achy and throbbing. It wants you, not me.”
“Sweetheart, you are letting me get away with murder, you know that?”
My words sound like the sins I’ve yet to commit when I reply, “David, you could get away with anything at all when it comes to me.”
Chapter Nine
David
My hand squeezes my cock but the sensation of my own hand is nothing compared to the shivers of pleasure her voice gives me. “Fucking hell, that’s some filthy talk coming from a baby-animal-hat knitting virgin named Millie.”
She sighs, and I can tell she’s not lying. She is most definitely touching herself while we talk. “You bring it out in me,” she breathes.
Reagan pounds on the door.
“Dave, what the fuck!”
I cover the phone mic with a finger from my free hand. “Run a house ad! Jesus!”
My producer is pissed. “We already ran like seven house ads, the station manager is getting calls from angry listeners. Calls at home, Dave! Come on!”
I shake my head. I know that most of my listeners are normal, sane people. But you can’t be too careful. How do some of these psychopaths find out the home phone number of the station manager? This is why I don’t use my last name on the air. I grit my teeth as I realize I should start a new policy of all my callers using fake names. I don’t want people like Millie targeted by some deranged lunatic.
The arousing thoughts of my Millie touching herself while my voice is in her ear is now competing with Reagan’s angry voice, which is bringing me back to reality. I can’t slap one out in the bathroom at work. What the hell am I thinking?
But at the same time I can’t let her hang up.
“Millie, sweetheart, I have to go. Dammit, I don’t want to leave you hanging like this but…just promise me you’ll stay on the line, OK?”
She gasps in a breath and lets out a shuddering sigh. “Uhm, I’m not going anywhere, doctor.”
“David,” I remind her. “I’m your guy, Millie. You call me David.”
Chapter Ten
David
The next thing I hear is her breath catching in surprise, and it’s not because I’ve turned her on.
“Millie, sweetheart, what is it?”
“Huh,” she says. “That’s weird.”
I don’t like the sound of this.
“Tell me what’s weird.”
“Somebody left a light on at the sporting goods store, way in the back. I just noticed. I don’t remember it being on before.”
“Don’t go over there,” I insist.
She protests. “But it’s my job. I have to check it out. It’ll be fine.”
“Millie, get out of there now. I don’t like this, I don’t like this at all,” I say urgently.
“It’s fine I’m just gonna go turn the…” She trails off and then I hear a small gasp followed by something that sets all my caveman nerves on fire. “You? What are you—”