Page 28 of The Lover
Right. Because I had never ever once ended a call when he wanted to keep talking.
“Okay,” he said. “I’ll let you go.”
“Night, Jake.”
“Night, Ellie.”
“Dream of me.”
I didn’t wait for his reply. I ended the call and took my shower and thought of Jake spanking my ass. Then I thought about spanking his ass, which resulted in a self-induced orgasm (I had finally mastered the art) followed by a blissful night’s sleep.
* * *
The next Sunday
Icalled Jake. See how that works? He calls me, I call him. Balance. Well, mostly balanced. Sure, I was lying to him about where I was and what I was doing, but eventually he would come into town and we would straighten it all out. In the meantime the regulars at Frank’s were loving the fact that Bernie was back in her office and not staining the shirts of Riverbend citizens everywhere.
“Hey,” he answered.
“What are you wearing?” I asked him in what I hoped was my sexy voice and not just my raspy voice.
“A pair of jeans and a t-shirt.”
“That sounds hot. Are you touching yourself?”
“Ellie,” he grumbled. “Knock it off.”
“What? We’re not allowed to have phone sex?”
“I don’t do phone sex.”
That made me laugh. It was so… Jake. “Why? It’s not that you can’t talk dirty. I distinctly remember you saying you weregoing to make me come so hard I would scream.That’s some raunchy shit right there.”
“That’s different. That’s during sex.”
“So? Phone sex is just sex over the phone.”
“It’s not private,” he said.
“Are you with someone at the house right now?”
“No, I’m alone.”
“Okay, I’m a alone too.” Again, a little lie there, since I was always alone now in my new room.
“It’s different.”
“Worried we’re going to be intercepted by the NSA? You probably should be, but I have to figure there isn’t anything those guys haven’t heard when it comes to phone sex.”
“I’m not doing it. Sex should be between two people, not between two phones.”
“You’re such a prude.”
“I am not a prude,” he snapped.
Rattling Jake was always fun, but rattling Jake about sex was ridiculously fun.
“So you don’t want to hear how I’m lying on my bed. Naked. My hand cupping my breast.”
