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“Fuck yes. Say my name again. I want you to close your eyes as you picture me grinding into you on that bed in Ohio, giving you the kind of fuck you deserve.”
Instead of saying my name, she lets out a sound that’s nearly a sob as short little gasps come through the line and into my ear. “I’m coming,” she cries quietly. “I’m coming so fucking hard, Lincoln, and it’s all because of you.”
Her words push me over the edge. My balls contract uncontrollably in an unbearably intense wave of pleasure. I moan something—her name, maybe, or a string of curses, I’m not really sure as all coherence leaves. I’m home alone, and I don’t need to be quiet as my grunts of pleasure keep pace with each pump of come that spills onto my hand.
We’re both quiet as we live in the afterglow for a few beats.
“Holy shit, Linc. I think that might be the most erotic thing I’ve ever done,” she murmurs.
Indeed.
I hope we get to do that again…but I have even higher hopes that we’ll get to recreate this past weekend again and again.
I’m just not sure how it’s going to be possible.
CHAPTER 20: JOLENE
I guess I’m just supposed to go on living my life like I didn’t have the singular best weekend ever followed by the most erotically sexy phone call of my life. How does one recover from all that, exactly?
She talks to her best friend about it, obviously.
I clean myself up in the bathroom connected to the guest room I’m staying in, and when I emerge, I find Sam in the kitchen making lunches for the boys for tomorrow.
I feel guilty that she’s making my kid lunch after caring for him all weekend, and meanwhile I’m in her guest room masturbating over the phone with my secret lover.
Is that what he even is? How do I refer to him?
My ex? My boyfriend? My enemy? My lover?
It’s complicated.
“All unpacked?” she asks absently since that’s what I told her I was going to go do after we got the boys to sleep.
“Yeah.”
She glances up at me. “You okay? Your face is all flushed.”
It’s probably even more flushed after she calls me out on it. “Fine,” I mutter. “What can I do?”
“Grab some chips or crackers from the pantry,” she says, nodding that way. “And some granola bars, and while you’re at it, were you just talking to Linc again?”
I disappear into the pantry for a beat as I try to come up with some excuse, but I fail. “Yeah. He texted me earlier, and we got involved in a whole text conversation, and then he called in the middle of it.”
“And that’s why you’re flushed?”
“Something like that.”
She gasps dramatically. “Liar!”
“What?” I ask innocently.
“You’re going to have to wake up a little earlier in the morning if you’re going to pull a fast one on old Sammy,” she says.
I giggle. “That might be the single dorkiest thing I’ve ever heard you say.”
She shrugs and gives me a pointed look as she picks up a slice of bread to slather jelly all over it.
“Okay, fine. He was sex-texting me, and then he called and made me come over the phone.”
