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I fear I may need another minute.

McCabe

Why, what are you doing?

I slide my hand down the front of my shorts and find that I’m already soaked just thinking about him. After my hysterectomy,the doctor warned me that vaginal dryness might be a side effect. Turns out, all I needed was a hot younger guy to solve that problem for me.

McCabe

AJ?

What are you doing?

Collapsing back onto the ottoman in the middle of my small walk-in closet, I spread my legs wide so the fabric of the shorts doesn’t impede my access.

AJ

I’m so turned on I can hardly move. I need to take care of myself before I come over there.

McCabe

Walk across the hall right now, or I’m going to come bang your fucking door down.

Giggling to myself, I run my finger over my clit, knowing that it would feel better if he was doing it with his tongue, but suddenly, even waiting the thirty seconds it would take me to get to him feels impossible.

My phone rings with an incoming video call.

“What are you doing?” he all but growls when I hit the button to accept the call.

“I already told you.” My voice is breathless as my fingers swipe through the slickness between my legs and then circle my clit, lips parting on a gasp at the contact.

“Fucking hell, AJ,” he says with a sigh. “You look so hot right now. Pull the phone back. I want to see you touch yourself.”

I do as he says, not because I think it’s a good idea to be fingering myself on a video call, but because I’m so turned on, I’d do just about anything to take the edge off.

When I slide my fingers over my clit again, my entire abdomen clenches in longing. “God, I want you.”

“I’m right here. Get up and walk across the hallway, and I’ll take care of you.”

“But...” I lose my train of thought as my fingers move faster. I should have just gone over, because the pressure is building and my pussy is pulsing, and there’s an emptiness inside me I know he can fill. I’m too far along to stop now, though. “I...”

“Holy shit, woman,” he groans, then sets his phone on his bathroom counter, propped up so I can see him. “Do you want to see what this is doing to me? How my body is reacting to this torture?”

“Yesss.” The word is a hiss, and I close my eyes as I throw my head back while a wave of longing courses through me. When I open my eyes again, he’s standing with one hand braced on the counter in front of him, and his dick in his hand. The sight alone has my hips grinding up into my hand.

“This is what you do to me,” he says, sliding his hand up until it looks like he’s choking the swollen head of his cock. “You make me so hard I can’t fucking think straight.” As he strokes himself a few more times, I circle my clit harder and faster. “I want to be inside you right now. Ialwayswant to be inside you.” He growls out the last sentence like he’s mad about it. “Do you know how fucking hard it is to pretend like nothing’s going on between us when we’re working? Like at tonight’s game?” With his hand moving faster, he grunts out the question.

I lift one eyebrow as I watch the way he’s jerking himself off in quick, angry strokes. “Pretty hard, by the looks of it.”

“You should be here right now.” He circles the tip of his cock and slides his hand back down his shaft. “It’s like you’re punishing me...”

I dip two fingers inside myself and use the heel of my hand to rub against my clit with each stroke. “Ever heard of delayed gratification?” I’m teasing, but now that I’m this close, I’m frustrated with myself. I should have just gone over, because this would feel so much better if he was the one making me come.

“I’m going to teach you all about delayed gratification,” he grits out. “And trust me, it’ll feel like punishment, just like this does.”

I don’t know why the thought of that turns me on so much, but his words bring me so close to the precipice that I can practically taste my orgasm before it hits me—it’s a metallic tang on my tongue as goosebumps ripple across my skin.

My moan of pleasure has him encouraging me, telling me about his plans for my body. And the visions of him buried inside me, edging me toward release and then holding me back, has me tipping right over into ecstasy. He follows my lead, letting out a string of expletives mixed with my name as he comes into a hand towel he’s holding in front of himself.

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