Page 52 of Worth the Risk

Bella:I’m up.

Her phone rang immediately. With a mix of curiosity and concern, she answered on the first ring.

“Is something wrong?”

“Yeah,” he replied, his voice raspy with its usual morning gruffness. “I slept like shit because every time I closed my eyes, I had the dirtiest, filthiest sex dream about you.”

A mischievous smile tugged at Bella’s lips. She couldn’t help but giggle, despite the early hour and operating on under four hours of sleep. “Is that why you called me at 6:30 a.m.?”

“No,” he said, his voice dripping with desire. “I called to get rid of this raging hard-on.”

She sucked in a breath, her mind immediately conjuring up a vivid image of him tenting the front of his boxer briefs. Heat pooled between her thighs, and she bit her lip in anticipation.

“You didn’t text me the naughty fantasy I asked for, so you’re going to become it,” he declared outrageously. “Slip your hand inside your panties and touch yourself.”

“I’m not wearing panties,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

An unmistakable groan came from his end. “Even better. Spread your legs and glide your fingers over your pussy. Close your eyes and imagine they’re mine. Tell me step-by-step what you’re doing and how it feels, and don’t leave anything out.”

Bella’s heart raced, a heady mixture of anticipation and desire coursing through her veins. She took a deep breath, fingers trembling as she obeyed his command. Slowly, she slid a hand down her stomach, letting out a hitching breath as she reached the apex of her thighs. With anticipation building, she closed her eyes, imagining it was Dan’s strong yet gentle touch, instead of her own.

“Talk to me, baby,” he urged, his already deep voice even huskier with urgency.

“I’m...I’m running my fingers along the outside of...my pussy. I can feel the heat building just from talking to you.”

“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Keep going. Dip a finger inside and tell me how wet you are.”

Her breath quickened as she continued to explore herself, her fingers gliding between the seam of her lips and through her slick folds. She closed her eyes and breathed, “Your voice...it’s intoxicating.”

“Good to know, baby. But that doesn’t tell me what I asked.”

“I’m wet,” she admitted. “Really wet. Soaked.”

“Put me on speaker. Let me know when you’ve done it.”

She fumbled with her phone until she was hands-free.

“All set. Can you hear me?”

“Perfectly. Using both hands,” he ordered next,“I want you to spread yourself open and touch your clit.”

Bella kicked off the sheet and spread her legs, eagerly obeying because, damn, this was freaking hot!

When she found the hard bud in front, circling and rubbing it with her fingertip, the pleasure intensified, sending shivers rippling through her. She let out a soft moan, the sound filled with both pleasure and desperation.

“What does that feel like, baby?” he asked in a low growl through the speaker. “Describe every sensation.”

“It’s...it’s like an electric current running through me,” she gasped, voice barely audible. “With every touch, I can feel the tension coiling within me. But I wish...”

“What do you wish?” he demanded when she didn’t continue.

“That it was your touch, your fingers instead of mine, that you were here with me...sir.”The last word escaped her lips in a ragged breath as she fought to control the overwhelming desire threatening to consume her.

Dan’s voice reflected the intensity of his emotions, a raw desire that matched her own. “I want to be there with you, too, sweet girl. To touch, kiss, and to torment with pleasure, and to taste you when you come.”

Her breath hitched, her body responding to the intimate images he evoked. She let her fingers move faster, the sensations overwhelming her senses. The room seemed to fade away as she focused solely on his voice and the pleasure coursing through her veins.

“I’m ready to come now, sir,” she moaned with mounting desperation.

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