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“A bath not manly enough for you?” I snickered.
His silence spoke for him.
I turned the tables. “And what, pray tell, are you wearing, Mr. Businessman?”
“A fucking tie, and now a killer hard-on.”
I heard the sounds of wrestling with recalcitrant fabric.
“But not anymore.”
“Which one?” I teased.
“The tie,” he snorted. “You know what you do to me, Angel. There’s no way this hard-on is going down while I picture you there naked. No fucking way in hell.”
Laurie had more than once talked about doing what I was about to suggest. It was something I’d never had the courage to try. “There is one way…”
“Don’t toy with me, Angel,” he said hoarsely.
“Or what? You’ll come in your pants? Oh, my goodness. Whatever would your aunt say when she did your laundry?”
He grunted. “Angel, I can’t take this.”
“Let me talk you through this. Pull down your fly.” I heard the sound of a zipper.
“And I’m talking you through it,” he said. “This is going to be one-way.”
I resisted the urge to maintain control. “Okay.” I could let this be a two-way street.
“I want you to hold your boob and squeeze it the way I do.”
My hand went down in the water to obey, cupping myself as he did, kneading lightly. “Undo your belt.”
“Now close your eyes and imagine that’s my hand.”
“I am.” I sighed as the image came to mind of him here with me, his hand on me. “I just wish it was you.”
“Me too, Angel. Now twist your nipple the way I do.”
“If you get naked for me.” Keeping my eyes closed, I imagined him playing with me the way he’d learned I liked—with kindness and just the right amount of playfulness. My nipple instantly hardened to a firm bud under my fingers. Boone had always paid much more attention to my breasts than anyone before him.
“How does it feel, imagining it’s me tweaking your tits?” he asked.
“Not as good as the real thing.” I put the phone on speaker so I could bring my other hand to the party the way he always liked to do. My breathing hitched at the sensation. “Grab your cock for me, and you have to close your eyes. Imagine I’m the one squeezing the base tight and tickling your balls with my other hand.”
He groaned.
The sound of him losing control turned my heat up another notch.
“You use your other hand too, Angel.”
“I am already.”
“Good girl. Now slide it down and play with your clit while I stroke myself.”
I did as he asked and started the circles I liked. The pressure inside me pulsed as I moved faster, and I couldn’t control the moan that escaped me.
“Is this how you get yourself off?” he asked.
