“So when you tried to steal my car at the airport, you weren’t trying to find yourself a husband?”
She let out a loud laugh, which I was glad to hear, and at the same time, it ouched a little. Like I wouldn’t be a man she would want as a husband.Good God, Max.It’s good that she doesn’t want you as a husband.
“If I remember correctly, you were the one who undressed me with those green eyes of yours and then asked me to give you a tour.”
I laughed. “I meant a tour of the city. But I was very happy to have a tour of your body too.”
“So I discovered.”
I took another sip of my bourbon and settled deeper into my couch, happy that the conversation was going somewhere that was easy for us—sex. “So, if I were to tour your body now? What would I find? What are you wearing?”
She laughed. “I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed. I’m in exercise shorts and a tank top. I just got back from the gym.”
I don’t know why that would disappoint me. I could easily visualize her long, bare legs and her tits filling out a tank top.
“Sounds sexy.”
She snorted. “What about you? What are you wearing?”
“Slacks and a shirt. Not very sexy either. But my dick wants to get loose thinking about you in shorts.” Maybe I shouldn’t do this. Maybe I should say goodnight. But I couldn’t bring myself to stop.
“Poor thing. What will you do?”
Her responses told me she was with me on this. Or at least this far. How far would she let me go?
“I’ll have to take matters into my own hand, I suppose.”
Her breath hitched, and I wished she were here so I could see her hazel eyes cross over to green as they did in the heat of passion.
“Will you think of me?”
I shifted, undoing my pants and shoving them down to free my cock that was bulging at her words. “Yes.”
This time, she let out a breath.
“Do you like the idea of my thinking of you?” With my dick free, I stroked once and then released him.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
I could imagine a blush on her cheeks at my naughty question. “Every woman wants to be a man’s fantasy.”
She was definitely mine.
“What will you fantasize about?”
All of it, I thought. Her sucking me off. Me fucking her from behind, her fucking me, sixty-nine... all of it. I stroked my cock again and rubbed my precum over the tip.
“Everything. What about you, Amelia? Do you pleasure yourself?”
There was a pause. Finally, she said, “Yes.”
“How about now? Does it make you wet to talk like this?”
“Yes. You know it does.”
“I don’t know. You have to tell me. What do you fantasize about?” I was so fucking hot now. Since I wasn’t a man to have relationships, I’d never had the opportunity for phone sex. I wouldn’t have guessed it would light me up so much.