Page 60 of Miss Trust

Tory

Although I’d vowed not to have sex again with Chance, what was the harm in phone sex?

“I’m on my bed. And I’ve taken off my thong.”

“Still not a fan of the word panties?”

“Nope. Not at all.” For some reason, it gave me an involuntary shudder.

“Okay, I’m assuming you washed the device.”

Good grief. “You’re really terrible at this.”

He laughed, a sound I enjoyed hearing as I didn’t get the impression he did it a lot. “I fear you may be right.”

Big, bad, sexy Chance Maxwell was awkward as hell at phone sex. Who would’ve guessed? It was both endearing and flattering to learn he wasn’t good at something. “I find it kind of sexy to know you don’t do this on a nightly basis.”

“Then you’ll find it exceedingly stimulating to know I’m reading the damn instructions on this thing as we speak.”

My laughter was instantaneous. Since it had been in such short supply lately, I found my amusement relaxing my body.

“I would’ve given anything to see you laugh just now.”

“Naked and with a vibrator in my hand?”

“Is there another way?”

Now we were both laughing. I suddenly had a pang, a wish he could be here. Damn, where had that unapproved thought come from?

“Should we take a rain check for tomorrow night?” When he could be here, my brain whispered.

“Absolutely not. My pride would not let me live with failing at my first attempt at phone sex.”

I was grinning again. “Sounds serious, please continue.”

“It’s very serious. Now then, how is this?”

The pink and gold vibrator sprang to life. “Definitely promising.”

Suddenly, it increased its intensity.

“Touch yourself. Tell me how it feels.”

I lowered the device, trying to find the correct spot—oh, damn, there it was. My entire body tensed up. “It feels good,” I uttered between clenched teeth. I suspected this might end up becoming my quickest orgasm to date.

“Do you wish I was there to use it on you?”

Yes, but I couldn’t let him know it. “Do you?”

“More than anything. Are you close?”

“So close,” came my breathless reply.

“Good.”

I was abruptly robbed of the delicious vibration. He’d shut the thing off.

“What the hell are you doing?”