Page 18 of Cruel Destinies

“Hey, just figured we should talk about…certain things.” Even though there was hesitation in his tone that made me internally cringe with preemptive rejection, the deep vibrato of his sexy voice intensified the yearning between my legs.

The memory of his breathy alto moaning my name against my neck flashed in my mind, making my insides feel like needy jello.

“Okay,” I said, chewing the inside of my cheek. “What things?”

“You gonna make me spell it out?” he asked, a devious note to his words that made me breathe a little heavier.

“Absolutely,” I purred impishly.

“Ugh, Shea,” he groaned, his own need evident in the gruffness of his voice. “Fuck, you drive me crazy!”

I grinned ear-to-ear, sinking against my pillow as I remembered the feel of his hands on my body. “Mission accomplished, then.”

He groaned one more time. “Look, we need to talk about what happened, about whatever this is between us. I don’t even know whatthisis, but I didn’t want to leave it just hanging between us.”

“Okay, so talk,” I invited because I damn sure wasn’t going to be the one to start. Whatever he said would dictate where this conversation would go.

He let out a heavy sigh. “Look, I know I shouldn’t go any further with you, that I should end this thing here and now.”

Fear warred with desire in my gut, but I prodded him. “But…?”

“But I can’t stop thinking about you,” he finally finished. “I don’t want this to end. I want to see you again, but I just don’t see how I’ll be able to get away now—or get you in. With all the extra security we’ve had to employ now that the vampires… I just don’t know when I’ll be able to see you again, and I didn’t want you to think I was avoiding you on purpose.”

“Oh…”

That wasn’t what I’d expected him to say, and though it was great to know he still wanted me as much as I wanted him, it also sucked to know that I might not get that with him for circumstances out of both of our control.

“I’m sorry, I really—” he began, but my mouth ran away with me and cut him off.

“Just because we can’t physically see each other doesn’t mean we can’t still have a little fun,” I suggested in a provocative tone that surprised even me.

He paused for a moment, his breathing growing heavier on the other line.

“What are you suggesting?” His tone was playful and low, and I smiled with the thrill of this dangerous game we were playing.

“What would you do to me right now if I was with you?” I asked, my chest heaving.

He let out a low chuckle, a deep rumbling that vibrated all the way down to my toes, which curled in response. “That depends; what are you doing right now?”

I looked down at myself in bed, wearing jean shorts and the black T-shirt that had the words “Maybe Tomorrow, Satan” inside a red, yellow and pink rainbow—my favorite shirt.

“Just laying in my bed, wearing a T-shirt and shorts,” I said coyly. “You know, the really short frayed kind that ends right below my ass.”

“Mmm,” he purred, the sound making my eyelids flutter as my eyes rolled up into my head. “Well, I’d take off your shirt and grip your perfect tits with both hands.”

Panting with excitement, I closed my eyes and slipped my hand up under my shirt, fondling my boobs and pretending it was his calloused palm kneading my sensitive flesh. “And then?”

“Then I’d pull down those skimpy little shorts and bend you over my desk,” he said, his voice low and intimate. “Touch yourself for me, Shea.”

My heart leapt at his instruction, and I slowly slid my hand down my belly and under the hem of my shorts and panties. My pussy was wet and hot, my clit sparking with pleasure as I rubbed my middle finger over it. I moaned softly into my phone.

“Unzip your pants,” I demanded as I ran my finger up and down my slick center. “I want your dick in your hands.”

“Already there, beautiful,” he cooed, igniting my desire with the mental image of him stroking his delicious cock.

“Mmm, I want you to bend me over, sir,” I whimpered. “I’ve been such a bad girl.”

“God, Shea!” he groaned. “Put two fingers in your pussy and fuck yourself like you want me to.”

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