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A few seconds later, I, too, find my release. I stay still, letting my mind settle around what just happened. I chuckle and shake my head.
“What’s funny?”
“I can’t believe I did that.”
“You mean we, and it was fucking amazing.”
“It was really good.” I stand to pull my skirt back into place before reaching for a wet wipe from my purse to clean my hands. My blouse is a little disheveled, so I take time to straighten it as well.
“I’d love—”
Checking my watch, I notice I have only ten minutes until my presentation. “Listen, this was great, but I need to go.” I quickly gather my materials.
“Wait! At least tell me your name.”
I pick the phone up, staring at it longer than I intend to. It completely slipped my mind that I never gave him a name. A part of me wants to leave it this way, keep the mystery of this whole thing. But it’s the least I can do after having phone sex with him—twice now.
“Jessica.” I say slyly.
“Beautiful. Have a great day, sweets.”
Kade
“Fuck, that was hot.” I reach for a tissue from my desk. Sweet little Jessica surely made a mess of me today. I glance down to find my seed is all over the front of my pants. With the thin material wrapped around my index finger, I pat at the white substance, hoping it doesn’t leave a stain. My efforts aren’t successful when I see little balls of lint collecting on the fabric.
I stand, letting my slacks fall to my feet before picking them up to place them in the dirty clothes hamper. When I reach my closet, I flip on the light, drop them in the bin, and snag a fresh pair from a hanger. Shaking my head, I replay the morning and night before in my mind. I dialed Candace’s number as I have many times before, not for a second thinking I would misdial it, but I did, and boy am glad about it. Best fucking accident ever. Maybe it was the adrenaline rushing to my dick that hadn’t allowed me to pick up on that mistake or the fact Jessica sounds nothing like Candace. Her voice is much sweeter. Not that there needs to be a comparison, they’re two completely different beings, but damn am I intrigued.
In the years I’ve dealt with Candace, I’ve never been this turned on. Now, don’t get me wrong, she’s amazing in bed, but there’s something about Jessica that hooks me, almost hypnotizing me. When I dialed her number again, I hadn’t expected her to pick up. I figured last night was pure luck but I needed to know why she hadn’t disconnected the call. And it was my intention to ask, but as the phone rang and I waited for her to pick up, I thought back to the way she’d sounded. One thing led to another, and before I knew it, I was demanding she let me finish.
I know, this all started out on the wrong foot as my mom would say, but damn if I don’t give a shit. Call me crazy, and hell, I might be, but the way she responded to me has me wanting to explore every facet of her being. I want to figure out what makes her tick, what makes her laugh, and most of all, what buttons I’ll need to press to have her calling my name.
My phone buzzes, pulling me from the pits of my mind, reminding me of a pending meeting. I button my slacks then slip on my Berluti Oxfords and shutting the closet door behind me. On my way out, I snatch up my phone, keys, and wallet before slipping my arms into my custom-tailored blazer. With one last glance around the room, I head out to make my meeting in downtown LA.
Unlocking my car, I climb in and press the push-to-start button, all while smiling as Jessica occupies my conscience, and I wonder if she’s still thinking of me, too. Quickly, I scroll my call log and program her number as Sweet Jessica, then toss it in the passenger seat. I shift my vehicle into gear, making a promise to myself that today won’t be the last time she hears from me.
