Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 129427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 647(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 647(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
I hadn’t heard from him since his last text at lunchtime, so I figured I knew what this call was going to be about. “Hello?” I purred innocently.
“You saucy little tease, I had to hide an erection from the photo editing department.”
“I’m sorry, who is this?” I asked with a giggle. “I give so many men erections while they’re in the photo editing department.”
“I should take you over my knee,” he said, a mock threat, since he knew that wouldn’t be anything like a punishment for me.
“Look, you’re the one who started it,” I reminded him.
“That I did. And I’d like to finish it.”
I looked at my alarm clock and sighed. “I couldn’t tonight. I have a really early meeting. Besides, staying over on a weeknight? That’s a little too close to domestic for my comfort.”
“No, you’re right, and I’ve got a big day tomorrow, too. But I assume you have Skype on your laptop?”
Oh. Oh, that naughty bastard.
“I do.” I reached for my laptop and pulled it onto the bed with me. “What are you suggesting?”
“Meet me on Skype in ten minutes,” he instructed. “I’ve just sent my username to your email account.”
My heart fluttered. Okay, so did another part of me. “Yes, Sir.”
“See you in ten.”
I hung up and looked around my room. I locked my bedroom door— not strictly necessary, Holli never barged in without knocking. But I’d never done the internet sex thing before, and the extra measure was going to go a long way toward making me comfortable. Then I looked down at my jammies. While I love my froggies, they had to go. I found a pair of sexy black lace panties in my clean laundry and pulled them on. I fluffed my hair and positioned myself against the pillows. I dotted on some quick lip gloss— I didn’t have time for full makeup, and I was way too tired. Besides, he’d said he liked me any way he could have me, and I was holding him to that.
When I positioned the laptop between my feet, I was shocked at what the camera showed me. I looked pretty awesome, for someone with no makeup and hair that had been in a ponytail all day. The angle would give him a clear look at my whole body; my spread thighs, my panty-covered crotch, my tummy, my tits, my shiny, pouty lips, the entire package. I was already growing aroused at the thought of being displayed like this for him.
I sat up and checked my email, then typed his contact into Skype.
Within seconds, I had a call. I hit accept and the video icon, then hastily reassumed my position.
When the call connected, I saw Neil, sitting on the sofa in his bedroom. His computer must have been on the coffee table in front of him. He was still wearing his shirt and trousers from work, though he’d lost the jacket and his sleeves were rolled back. He was also wearing a pair of glasses. I’d never seen him wear glasses before. It was unbearably cute.
“Well, hello Poindexter,” I teased. I rested one hand on my stomach, just above my panties, and the other on one thigh.
“For Christ’s sake, Sophie, you can’t spring such a sight on a man. We need a little warning.” He chuckled, and pushed up his glasses. “Don’t tease me. My contacts were giving me a dreadful headache. Consider my nerdy appearance the price you must pay for the wisdom and experience of an older suitor.”
“You’re in your forties, not your eighties,” I scolded. “Did you like my text message?”
He reached for something off camera, a rocks glass with amber liquid in it. He took a sip, made a noise of approval, and answered, “Only if you mean ‘like’ in the sense that I spent the entire day fighting the urge to find a quiet place to jack off.”
I giggled. “Don’t start nothin’, won’t be nothin’, you dirty old man.”
He took another drink from his glass before setting it aside. “I assume you’re alone, then?”
“I am. And I assume the same for you?” I lifted my head slightly, pretending to peer around him into the room.
“Alone, locked door. Though I would much rather have you here than all the way down in Chinatown.” He looked fleetingly sad.
“Well, not all of us can afford Fifth Avenue,” I snorted. “Are you going to feel sorry for yourself, or are we going to have sex?”
He grinned at me, settling back on the sofa and tilting the screen so I could still see his face. “All right. Why don’t you... play with your nipples.”
I lifted my hands to my breasts. “Like this?”
“No hard touches yet. No pinching. You’re going to tease yourself, the way I would tease you,” he instructed.
“Wait!” I remembered the cooling gel that had come with the sex toys he’d bought me. I leaned over to my bedside table, opened the drawer and found the small compact. “Might as well try this stuff out.”