Page 21 of Impacted by Love

"Good morning, Onesti."

Yes, Lord! Whew, yes, Lord. Ye-yea-yeah, yes, Lord!

My mind starts singing when I hear how my name rolls off this man's tongue.

You know you're singing the song out of context, right?

"Indeed, it is. I hope I'm not disturbing you. I just wanted to call and see how you're doing."

"Aw. Aren't you sweet? I appreciate it. I'm well. What are you doing up so early?" Bobbing my head and tapping my feet, I sing along with the cartoon jingle for one of my favorite childhood animated series. "Scooby-Dooby-Doo, where are you? We got some work to do now."

"I know your grown ass ain't over there watching that corny cartoon." A low chuckle pierces the line, causing my legs to shake unconsciously.

Wetting my drying lips, my eyes shift from the TV to the phone as perspiration forms on my forehead. A grin forms, and my stomach does a somersault from hearing the sexy yet raspy male timbre penetrating my ear canal.

"Don't be coming for Scooby, sir. I'll never be too grown to watch the mystery team, and they have been keeping me company for most of the morning."

Having today and tomorrow off is great for me because I'll be able to recharge and reset before returning to the chaotic hallways within the hospital. Some days, I don't know whether I'm coming or going due to the constant patients I have to get films for. Continuing to love my job is easier with the time off I receive. Thankfully for me, I have nothing on my calendar these next two days, so I'm able to simply bask in the joy of relaxation.

"Hm. I've never found that cartoon worthy of my time. A grown man eating dog biscuits should have been put in a straitjacket instead of given clearance to investigate crimes."

I'm unsure what led me to call Asaiah, but here we are, and his feelings about my favorite animated crime stoppers can't deter the emotions coursing through my body. My stomach is flipping and spinning like I'm on a rollercoaster. My chest is light, and my face is starting to hurt from the constant grinning I've been doing, not to mention how my pearl is juicing from hearing the sensual, husky, and raspy timbre of Asaiah's voice over this phone. I'm torn between rubbing one out and allowing myself to snuggle into my pillows to fall back asleep with every word spoken by Asaiah.

"Now, don't be like that, Asaiah," I say, trying to keep my body from combusting from the image of Asaiah's head lifting from between my legs.

Noises reminiscent of bodies coming together intimately pierce the line, causing my brows to hike and my forehead to wrinkle. Asaiah's silence has me wondering what he's doing when the noises continue increasing the thumping in my lower region.

"Wh-what is that?" I stutter.

My thoughts are scrambling by the minute, increasing my blood pressure and pulse in the process. Crossing my legs over each other, my eyes bounce around the room like the noise is coming from somewhere in my dwelling.

"I don't know. It's something on Tubi," Asaiah says.

"I thought you might have found something else to engage in to drown out my TV."

My thoughts are swirling, and my body is heating with each minute the sounds continue. My right hand subconsciously moves to my thigh, and I fight the urge to relieve the ache in my treasure.

"Mm." A moan slips from my mouth, and my eyes flutter closed while my breaths become erratic.

My pulse starts pounding, static fills my ears, and a tingling sensation in my lower region has my teeth clenching my bottom lip in a chokehold.

"Trust me, the robotic fake panting and groaning these folks are doing wouldn't be more engaging than this conversation. What I want to know is what part of this staged scene playing has you over there moaning, though?"

My heart stalls for a second or two at hearing Asaiah's question because it's not the act that's fueling my reaction. It's the lack of attention my thirsty libido is desperate to receive.

"I hear you breathing, but I'm still waiting for you to enlighten me, Onesti."

A whimper gets stuck in my esophagus when Asaiah's voice drops an octave, which instantly hits my clit.

"I-I'm here," I stutter after pushing down the lump in my throat that's dang near choking me.

"Where's your mind?"

In the gutter where I wish your dick would come find me. You're gonna have me sitting in shame in church tomorrow, dude.

"Desperate to change the subject because this isn't a road either of us should travel right now."

"Why? This one could be entertaining for us to explore." Popping the collar of my nightdress, my eyes flutter, and my mouth twists from the heat coursing through my body. "If you could do one thing right now, what would it be?" Asaiah asks.

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