Page 45 of When We Are Complete

“I promised Nora we’d hang out and watch Law and Order. She’s still crazy about crime shows.”

“No worries. I actually have Adele’s birthday party this weekend. Any chance you’d like to come?” I invite her on a whim, but it feels right. “I won’t get to see you till Sunday, otherwise. And I can’t wait that long.”

She’s quiet for a long moment. “I don’t know. Won’t Jenny be there?”

“She’ll be there, but she’s happily married and we get on pretty well these days. I’d love for you to come. And hey, you canbring Nora along for moral support.” I add a bit of tease to my tone, hoping to coax a smile out of her, even if I can’t see it. “The Valiant Hearts boys will be here drinking my beer. Blake will be here, but Emmy’s working. Adults will be grilling outside while the teenagers make a mess of my house. Come on, you know you want to.”

“Fine,” she finally says, and I can imagine her rolling her eyes, that classic Kelly gesture when she’s reluctantly giving in. “But only because Nora loves grilling when it’s cold out, and I can’t say no to that girl.”

“Great. It’ll be fun. I swear it.”

There’s a brief pause before Kelly speaks: “Do you think these winter storms are going to be as bad as they say? That storm yesterday was intense.”

“I talked to Patrick last night. He says it could be even worse. The whole Nor’easter cocktail mixed with some nasty high pressure over Greenland is pinning the storms right here. Mother Nature’s got a vendetta against the Jersey Shore.”

“Sounds about right,” she replies, a note of stress creeping into her tone. “So that means snow. Lots of snow. Guess we’ll have to make some changes to the festival, but we’re still going to get this across the line, right? It’s still going to be incredible, everything the mayor wants?”

“It will. Try not to worry. We’ll figure this out. Together. Hey, what are you wearing right now?”

“Seriously?” I can almost picture her, brows arched in amusement, lips curved in that half-smile that drives me wild. “I thought you had to get to work?”

“I’ve got a few minutes.”

“Fine,” she relents, the word drawn out, silky. “I’m wearing a pair of black lace panties.”

“Panties, huh? What else?” My mind wanders, drifting back to yesterday, the sweet taste of her.Fuck.

“Nothing,” she teases, her voice sending a jolt straight down my spine and landing in my dick.

A heavy breath escapes me, and I swear I can feel the heat of her skin through the phone line. “You’re killing me.”

“Maybe that’s the plan,” she purrs.

My hand instinctively drifts down to my hardening length. I palm my cock through my pants, the fabric growing taut against the straining bulge. She laughs, low and sultry, “You’re already turned on, aren’t you?”

I slide my zipper down, freeing my throbbing erection. “You have no idea.” I wrap my hand around my shaft, giving it a slow, teasing stroke as I imagine her fingers replacing mine.

“Mmm, tell me what you’re doing,” she whispers, her voice dropping. I can hear the sound of rustling fabric and I imagine her fingers slipping beneath the lace of her panties, finding her wet heat.

“I’m stroking my cock,” I say, my hand moving faster as I picture her touching herself. “Imagining it’s your hand wrapped around me.”

She gasps softly, “I’m touching myself too. wishing those were my hands sliding up and down you, that it was your mouth on me.”

I groan at her words, my hips bucking involuntarily as I imagine her fingers working me. “Fuck, that’s so hot,” I pant, my hand moving faster as I continue to stroke myself. “That’s me touching you, and now I’m going down on you, sucking and licking your clit just the way you like.”

“Imagine my lips wrapped around you,” she says with a small moan. “My tongue swirling around the head, tasting you.”

I can almost feel the heat of her mouth on me, my cock twitching in response. I groan, my hand working my shaft faster as I picture her lips wrapped tightly around me, sliding up and down.

She moans softly. “I'm so close.”

I hear the desperation in her voice, my own pleasure building. “Me too, baby. I’m gonna come so hard for you.”

We both cry out in pleasure, my cock pulsing in my hand as I imagine her shuddering with her own release. I hold onto the phone, my breathing heavy and ragged for a few moments.

“I wish you were here,” I say, picturing her beautiful face, imagining the silk of her hair.

“I wish I was too,” she replies, her voice soft and content. “But that was a nice way to start the day.”

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