Page 4 of When You're Gone
He groaned into the phone, lifting his free hand and biting down on his fist. “Tell me what you’re doing right now, beautiful.”
She sighed again, and he closed his eyes as he pictured her sprawled out on the middle of the bed.
“I’m rubbing my clit through my panties,” she whispered. She wasn’t wasting any time tonight.
“And why the hell do you still have panties on?” he demanded.
“Because you haven’t told me to take them off yet.”
His erection strained against the fly of his suit pants, creating a not-so-subtle bulge in his perfectly tailored trousers. He reached down with his free hand to adjust himself, squeezing his dick through the fabric in the hope of relieving the pressure. He grunted as the sensation only made him harder.
“Take those off right now, beautiful. Peel them down your thighs. Then spread your legs open nice and wide for me.”
She mewled in response to his instructions. He knew she was hanging on his every word.
“Rub your hand down your stomach. Caress your scar just like I would if I was there to take care of you.” He gave her a few seconds to get situated. “Now I want you to just barely touch your clit.”
Her little moan let him know she’d hit her target.
“Touch it again.” He waited for her to moan louder this time. “Now pinch it.”
God, he loved the breathy little noises that came out of her when he touched her just right. Or, in this case, when he told her exactly how to touch herself.
“If I was there, I would lick every inch of you until your pussy was soaking wet. You’d be slick and dripping for me. You’re gonna have to help me out, V. Think you can do that?”
Her response wasn’t an actual word as much as a needy whimper.
“Take the fingers that were just touching your clit and put them in your mouth. I want three of your fingers wet.” He could hear her breathing pick up on the other side of the line. “Fuck, that sounds so hot. I wish I could see you right now.”
“Let’s FaceTime,” she suggested in a rush. Rhett held back his laugh, not wanting to pull her out of the moment.
“I’m not at home or alone right now, beautiful.”
He heard a slight rustling on her end of the line—like she was sitting up or moving around. “What do you mean? Where are you?”
“At a business dinner,” he admitted. “Not at the table, of course. I excused myself and found a private area to call you.”
“Ev,” she panic-whispered. “We can’t do this right now. If you have to get back, I’ll just…”
“No,” he growled. He hated that he couldn’t be there to kiss her and fuck her and hold her tonight. “No fucking way. I’m getting you off right now. I’m your husband, and your pleasure is my responsibility.”
He heard more rustling on her end. Hopefully that meant she was settling back in to finish what they started.
“I like it when you’re bossy.”
“Lie back down,” he demanded. “Put that hand back to your mouth and spit.”
“Everhett…”
“Do it. I need you nice and wet for what I want you to do.”
His cock jerked in approval when he heard her spit just like he told her to.
“Good girl,” he praised. “Spread those legs again for me. Now take that hand and stroke yourself. I want your fingers lined up at the entrance, but don’t you dare go in.”
She groaned, confirming that she was still following his instructions. He wouldn’t keep her wanting long and they both knew it. Every part of him aimed to please every part of her.
“Okay, now I want you to put me on speakerphone and grab your vibrator.”
