Page 140 of Skate the Line

“Rhodes.” My name falling from her mouth does something to me. I bite my tongue so hard I taste metal.

Fuck.

I grab onto my hard dick and give it a squeeze.

“I’d eventually ease the ache by slipping a finger inside of you, but just enough to make you want more.”

She’d be begging me to fuck her by the end.

There’s a shift on the other side of the phone.

“Want me to stop?” I ask, attempting to give her one more out. Right now, though, she isn’t Ellie’s nanny. She’s the woman I’m highly attracted to who is just two rooms down.

“Please don’t,” she begs.

I’m sweating from the inside out.

I inhale sharply and squeeze myself again.

I’m rubbing my dick to my daughter’s nanny’s voice.

Jesus Christ.

“You’d be withering so much that I’d have to hold you still so I could strip those tiny shorts from your body. Then I’d do the same with your panties.”

I focus on the speed of Sunny's breathing, and I rub myself over my sweats to match the pace.

“What if I told you that I wasn’t wearing any panties?”

My heart stops.

“Are you?”

Silence.

“Sunny.”

“No.”

I exhale, but it comes out more like a growl. “Go lock your door.”

We’re rooms away, and I somehow feel her everywhere. Those quiet breaths wisp over my skin like an angel.

A dirty, dirty angel.

“Why?”

“Because I’m about to come see what you’re doing that has you breathing hard.”

There’s some shuffling, and I hear the faint click of a lock.

“It’s locked.”

“Khoroshaya devochka.”

Damnit.

“What does that mean?”

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