That’s it? That’s her big secret? Her cheeks are bright red, so I know she’s not shitting me.
“Not even during a pedicure?”
Or foreplay with a lover? Shit. What kind of fuckers has she dated in the past?
“I generally don’t like people touching me.”
“Well, I feel honored.”
She laughs. “I tried to pull my foot free. Several times.”
“You got me there. Okay. Here’s my next secret. I hate peas.”
“Jafar, I’m pretty sure the entire world knows you don’t like peas. Try again.”
I grin. “I’ll let you pick. Do you want an innocent one or naughty one?”
She waits a beat, as if she is thinking, and then her cheeks turn pink. “Naughty.”
Fuck. Me.
“I’ve been hard since I got to this hotel, and I’m dying to touch myself.”
Her throat works as she swallows. “I can let you go.”
“Is that what you want to do?”
She shakes her head once.
“How about this? We’ll both pretend I’m not about to unzip my pants and free my cock if you tell me another secret. Deal?”
There’s a pause, and her chest rises and falls.
“Deal.”
Her breathy voice is nearly my undoing. Biting back a groan, I hold the phone with one hand, unbuckling my pants with the other. The only sound is our breathing as she waits. Cock in hand, I slowly work myself. This time I can’t stop the sound of pleasure that escapes my mouth.
“Come on, little mouse. Your turn.”
She sounds breathless as she says, “At the pub, there was a moment when I wished your hand would go higher.”
My grip tightens around my cock, and I twist my wrist. “How high?”
“You know,” she whispers.
“I want to hear you say it.”
“Under my skirt, to my panties.”
I groan. “And what would you have me do?”
The flushed skin disappears under her shirt now. How far does that blush go?
“Touch me.”
“Fuck,” I breathe out. “Are you wet thinking about it?”
Her eyes are bright, and she nods.