Page 73 of Falling for Red
“You’re not going to come until I tell you to. No matter how good it feels or how long I play with you.”
“Okay,” she pants.
“You’ll have to suffer through this intensity until I get home. It will be a few more minutes.”
She hums. I fucking want to go to her place. To hold her. To kiss her.
Don’t push too fast.
Hearing her breathe, I smile. “Deeper inhales, baby.”
“I’ve missed you,” she whispers.
My heart pounds hearing that. “I’ve missed you too.”
I rub my eyes, fighting back happy tears. Our story isn’t over. I swipe back into the app and change the intensity back to its lowest setting.
“Why did you text me tonight?”
“It’s August.”
I knit my brows together, not understanding.
It’s silent until she says, “The calendar.”
I chuckle, having almost forgotten about the department calendar. “Are you looking at it?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
Fuck it.
I’m driving to her house. We’ll complete the mission over the phone, and then maybe I can give her a kiss goodnight. I would love nothing more than to kiss her tonight.
“What do you like about it?”
“The firefighter.”
“What about him?”
“How he’s annoyingly perfect.”
I toggle to the app, approaching her place and turn on a different pulse setting. “What else do you like about him?”
“How he puts up with my shit.”
I shake my head, considering everything and refocus on the mission at hand. “What do you like about the picture?”
“This guy is pretty hot.” She giggles. “Blond hair, blue eyes, so strong.”
“What do you wish he was doing to you?”
“Kissing me. Telling me he’s going to make me come.”
My chest rumbles. “One of these days the mission will be eight, and you will have to give me eight.”
“I’ll do my best, but?—”
“The next time I tell you eight. It’s eight.”
