Page 30 of His Fantasy Girl

The phone on her bedside table rang and she nearly jumped out of her skin.

Who would phone her at this hour?

She had an inkling, as though she had conjured him up with her fantasies. She pulled her hand free, sticky from her own juices, and picked up the phone with her other hand. “Yes?”

“Abby?” Of course she recognized his voice; it was imprinted on her memory. Right now it sounded low, growly, sexy as hell, and tingles zinged up and down her nerves.

She swallowed. “Yes.”

“I want to see you.”

She shook her head, trying to clear her mind. “To discuss Jenny? We can talk tomorrow.”

“No, not to discuss Jenny. Not to discuss anything. There’s only one thing I want your mouth doing right now, and it isn’t talking.”

“Oh.” An image flashed in her mind: her on her knees in front of Logan, his cock, hard and ready and right in front of her face. She licked her lips but couldn’t think of anything intelligent to say.

“So?” he said as the silence drew out between them. “Are you going to let me…see you?”

“When?” What had happened to keeping her distance? She was so weak willed.

“Now would be fucking good.”

“Now? It’s after midnight and I’m in bed—”

“There’ll be time to sleep when you’re dead, baby. Get your ass out here.”

“Out here? Where are you, Logan?”

The sound of a car horn startled her. For a second she thought it was from the phone, then she realized the noise originated right outside her house. She scrambled out of bed and shuffled across to the window, drawing back the curtain. A black pick-up truck was parked at the curb. The headlights were off, but in the light from the streetlamps she could make out Logan lounging in the driver’s seat. He raised a hand in her direction.

Her mouth went dry and her pulse raced. She put the phone back to her ear. “What the hell are you doing here, Logan?”

“I was sitting at home, just me and Grunt, and I started thinking.”

“Thinking about what?”

“You and me. And a few of my more persistent fantasies. A minute later I had my hand down my pants and my fist around my cock, and I was imagining your mouth doing all sorts of interesting things. And I thought—fuck this. I want the real thing. So here I am.”

Be strong Be strong. “Well, you can go away again. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Not going to happen, babe.” The horn sounded again, and across the road a light went on.

“Will you stop that? You’ll wake the neighbors. And Jenny.”

“Come out then, and I’ll stop. Come on, Abby, where’s your sense of adventure.”

“Bloody hell,” she muttered.

Would it be so bad? Just once?After all, hadn’t she been doing the same thing, pleasuring herself while imagining Logan doing all sorts of wild and wicked things to her? Now here he was.

“Don’t you have a fantasy or two?” he murmured and she gripped the phone tighter. “I can make them come true. Anything you like. You only have to ask.”

Oh God, he was like the devil tempting her. She took a deep breath. “I’ll be down in five.”

She ended the call before he could say anything else. Grabbing a pair of jeans out of the wardrobe, she pulled them on over her pajama bottoms, added a zip up sweatshirt over her camisole, shoved her feet into flip-flops and was ready to go. She ran her hands through her hair but didn’t bother with any other preparations.

After closing her bedroom door gently behind her, she tiptoed down the stairs. Everything in the house was silent. She snatched her keys from the sideboard and was about to open the door when a voice spoke from the top of the stairs. “And where are you going at this time of night, Abigail Parker?”

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