Page 44 of The Billionaire's One-Night Stand Nanny
“Then?” Flora said, and I let out a breath.
“She needs more,” I said. “She’s pinching her nipple under her nightgown, and with the other hand, she’s–she’s rubbing over her–” I couldn’t think of the word the author used. I couldn’t think of anything: Flora’s breathing was shaky in my ear, the vision of her behind my eyelids, and my hand was on my cock, picking up speed despite my best efforts.
“Yes,” Flora breathed, “it feels so good.”
“That’s my tongue, sweetheart,” I said, “tasting you, bringing you to the edge.”
“Oh,” she said, and I continued.
“And can you feel my hand squeezing your breast? Your body is so perfect, I can’t get enough of you. I want you all the time–fuck, I wasso fucking hardin the car on the way to the office, thinking of this, thinking of you touching yourself for me… Harder, sweetheart, I can tell you’re close.” Her breathing was ragged now, low, soft sounds coming over the phone line, and my balls felt tight and heavy with my own need. Not yet, I promised myself. Not until Flora… I had to hear her.
“I’m so close,” she whimpered. “Oh, I want–”
“Yes, Flora,yes,” I said nonsensically.
“I want you to come with me,” she said. “Please, please.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” I groaned and fumbled with my phone, switching it to speaker and dropping it onto the sheets beside me. “Flora.”
And then her breathing hitched, loud over the phone’s speaker, and she sighed and I closed my eyes and tightened my grip and groaned, spilling over my hand and half-way up my tee shirt, my cock pulsing and twitching as I listened to her moan somewhere in Brooklyn,too fucking far away.
It was quiet in my bedroom, the only sounds my own heavy breathing and hers, filtered through the phone. I sat for a moment, recovering, until the cold, sticky feeling on my skin became too much. I stripped off my shirt, using it to wipe myself off before tossing it onto the floor. I picked up my phone, switching the speaker off.
“Flora?” Her breathless giggle made my own lips curve into a smile. “What?” I asked.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” she said, and a shadow of guilt flickered over me until she spoke again. “God, Ryan. That was so hot.”
“I’ve never done that before,” I confessed.
“What, retell a romance novel sex scene over the phone to get off your–to get someone off?” she asked, giggling again. “Yeah, me neither.”
“No,” I said. I pushed down the sheets with my heels, then dragged them back up over my legs, over my softening cock. “Phone sex.”
“Never?” she asked, and a tight fist of jealousy gripped my heart.Was this what Flora was doing every weekend?She had every right to do so. She could be a professionalphone sex operatorfor all the claim I had on her–and she needed the money, too, I couldn’t tell her not to… “You mean,charcoal-grey-suit-and-blue-shirt-every-dayaccountant Ryan Walkerisn’t having smoking hot phone sex every night?” she asked. I could hear her facial expression. When did I get to know her so well? In the minutes we’d spent together every morning, the moments after I got home, our conversations over the kitchen island, Maddie’s brown head bent over her cereal…
“Is that what you think of me?” I said, trying to match her tone. “You think I’mboring?”
“No, ofcoursenot,” she said. “I wouldneversuggest such a thing. After all, you are a smoking hot phone sex haver now.”
“Great,” I laughed. “Thanks for that, then.”
Our laughter faded, and she was quiet for a moment.
“Me neither,” she said. “I’ve never done that, either.”
The fist in my chest loosened.
That’s right,some unfamiliar primal thing inside me growled. She’s yours, and yours alone.
“Can I ask you something?” she said. The sound of blankets moving came over the phone, and I imagined her snuggling down below her covers as she’d done here. I slid so I was lying down, too.
“Sure.”
“Is this–” She stopped. “Maddie told me her mom was getting engaged.”
My heart stopped beating. “Did she?”Tally was getting engaged.She’d said it was serious; I hadn’t realized justhowserious. But then again, Tally took everything seriously. She always had.
“Mmm. Is this because of… because of her? Am I, like…” she started, and then laughed. It didn’t sound like her normal laugh, bright and bubbly, but nervous. “I don’t know why I’m asking. I don’t knowwhatI’m asking. Sorry. Ignore me.”
