Page 46 of Perfect Pairing
I grinned at the memory of that day. I hadn’t been around kids much in my life, but I could agree there was something special about that one.
Maybe I was biased because of how attracted I was to his dad.
“Maybe we can cook together sometime,” I said softly. “When I’m home from Chicago.”
“We’ve already cooked together,” he reminded me.
My cheeks heated as memories flashed through my mind—the cool countertop under my bare bottom, Ezra’s hot mouth on my slick flesh, the snow falling outside and the smoke from my danishes filling the air around us.
The way he’d licked me clean while whispering the filthiest of words.
“Do you think about that day?” I asked abruptly, emboldened by those memories. He’d been there too, after all, and finding my pleasure wasn’t anything to be ashamed about. This man knew me on an intimate level, not only physically, but through all the things I’d shared with him these past few months. I was safe with him in a way I’d never experienced with anyone else.
I hoped it was the same for him.
“All the time.”
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. It was my fault we were here, thatwe had to content ourselves with long-distance phone calls andfriendship.
But I’d never forgive myself if Hansen suffered because of me. I knew what Ezra’s priorities were, and I’d never delude myself into thinking I could shift them. I also couldn’t allow myself to be wounded by his choice, so I’d made it for us.
“Don’t apologize, honey,” he said. “It was the right call. But…”
“But what?” I asked, sitting up quickly in bed. I could tell from his tone that an idea was sparking in that beautiful brain of his, and if it was some sort of loophole to our agreement, I was all ears.
“Have you ever had phone sex?”
I snorted, though my skin heated with the promise in his seemingly-random question. “Please. I’m twenty-two. Most guys I’ve interacted with are barely imaginative enough to haverealsex.”
“Well…phone sex isn’t breaking any rules, is it? We’re still keeping our hands to ourselves.”
“No one has to know but us…” I whispered, catching his drift and rolling with it.
“Exactly. So what do you say? You wanna touch that gorgeous cunt and tell me how much you wish it was me?”
My blood heated, and my pajama shorts and panties floated to the floor at the side of my bed a moment later.
I gasped when I slid my fingers slowly through my slit, surprised at how wet I already was, how worked up only a few filthy words from Ezra made me.
“Are you wet, honey?”
“Soaked,” I replied.
“I wish I was there to clean you up,” he said. “But I’m going to stroke my cock while you touch yourself and pretend.”
“Do you…” I trailed off, and Ezra waited me out, gave me the moment to gather my courage. “Do you want to FaceTime?”
He didn’t even respond, just clicked the button that had my phone ringing with the incoming call a second later.
My cheeks were bright red when I answered, but Ezra smiled softly when he saw me. “Hi, beautiful.”
I grinned in response. “Hey.”
“So we’re going full send on the phone sex, huh?” he asked, but I barely heard him, transfixed by his bicep flexing and relaxing as he worked his hand over his dick out of frame. “My eyes are up here, honey.”
I snapped my gaze to his face in the small screen, grinning sheepishly. “Yes,” I said in answer to his question. “Full send.” I extended my arm and angled the phone as I boldly spread my pussy open, giving him a full view. “Besides, it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”
“Prettiest pussy I’ve ever laid eyes on.” His voice was low and rumbling through my speakers as he praised me. “Show me how you pleasure yourself, Brie.”
