Page 119 of The Game Plan
I answer on the first ring. He’s already grinning, out of breath like he ran up the stairs instead of waiting for the elevator.
“You’re killing me, baby,” Grant says, propping his back against the headboard. “I had to make my escape with a chub and hope it didn’t grow into more.”
I tuck my lip between my teeth and shrug.
He tsks. “You don’t even care?”
“Not so much. Now you know how it feels to be worked up and not be able to have you.”
“Oh, so this is payback.” His voice is light, a smirk tugging at his mouth.
Shaking my head, I scooch up the bed, dragging the sheet with me. “Not at all. It’s called, I’m sorry for being a hormonal mess even postpartum. I love my husband. And I miss his touch.”
“Talk dirty to me, baby.” He winks, and I chuckle. I love Grant’s playful side. It’s reserved for only a few, and I’m glad I’m one of the lucky ones.
“Oh, is that what you want, husband?” I raise an eyebrow.
“Yes, wife, that’s exactly what I want.”
I bite down on my lip as I lower the sheet. The bedside lamp cascades the room in a golden glow, allowing the shadows to dance across my face and give Grant enough light to see me.
“That’s my pretty girl,” Grant praises.
I play with the neckline of my nightie. Running my finger over the swells of my breasts. His eyes lock onto my movements as they swirl with desire.
“You like?”
“Ilove,” he grits out. “Tell me what you’d do, Peach. If I were there, how were you going to show me how sorry you were?”
“For starters, I’d make you take your clothes off.”
He jostles the phone, setting it down on the bed next to him as he strips out of his clothes. When he’s finished, he pans the phone down until I can see how worked up he is. “Do you see what you do to me? Even through the phone screen, you’ve got me aching for you. Your body, your hips, those legs.” He groans. “Every curve is mine to crave, and I can’t wait until I’m holding you in my arms, Peach.”
I blush at his praise of my body.
“How’re you doing over here, baby? Ready to tell me what you’d do next?”
I bite my lip and nod. I’m eager for more; there’s no denying that. I’m ready to rush through all the foreplay. “Then I’d spread my legs and show you exactly how wet you make me.”
He groans, and I can feel the rumble. “Show me.”
My eyes snap to the camera. I quit bleeding earlier this week, but I’ve been terrified tolook down thereat the aftermath from birth. What if it’s a trainwreck and he’s disgusted?
“Peach, show me my pussy and how she’s dripping for me.” I swear the man can read my mind.
I toss off the sheets and trail my hand over the silky lace as I use my other hand to angle the phone. “Lower, baby.”
I hesitate, pausing, nervous for what he’ll find post-baby.
“Don’t hide from me now, baby. I’m not seeing any flaws. You carried our baby. You gave me our life. You’re still the sexiest woman I know.”
Shaking my head, I laugh softly at his sweetness as I continue trailing my hand. Reaching the apex of my thighs, I spread my legs wider, grateful I didn’t put on any panties when I changed. He hums in approval as I take two fingers and spread my pussy lips open. I risk a glance at the screen, and I’m shocked to find my pussy looks fine, no trainwreck in sight.
“Such a pretty pussy.”
“Are you touching yourself, Grant?”
“Yeah, baby. Now take your fingers and put them where you’d want mine.”
