Page 63 of Miss Trust

“It’s your place.” I was tempted to rant about how she’d spoken down to me. How she’d been a smug bitch. But I wouldn’t. She may have spoken to me like I was the help, but I was, in fact, the help. And if he’d told her I was merely here to open doors, then it wasn’t my place to correct him.

“How is Penelope feeling?”

The fact he was asking tempered my annoyance. “She’s feeling good today. Had a swim lesson and—” It occurred to me he was just being polite and didn’t actually want all of the details. “Anyhow, she’s good.”

“Had a swim lesson and what?”

“You’re busy and must’ve called for a reason.” I needed to get back to familiar ground.

“I called to talk to you, but if you don’t wish to speak with me, then I’ll let you go.” Agitation tinged his words.

I halfway expected him to hang up on me. But instead we sat quietly on either ends of the phone lines.

“Penny is really taking to swimming,” I finally said. “She can swim on her own now and tread water.”

“Good for her. How was your day?”

Damn. His husky voice slipped past my defenses to make parts of my body tingle. “It was okay.”

“How many times did you come last night?”

“Five or six times. Frankly, I lost count.”

I enjoyed the way he chuckled. “Liar. How do you feel about a do-over?”

“Where I get close and you have to go? No, thanks.”

“I promise this time we won’t be interrupted.”

“Penny is in my bed tonight.” It was a flimsy excuse given I could simply move her to her own bed.

“Go into my room.”

“No way.”

“Why not? Grab the monitor, get your vibrator, and go there now.”

It was on the tip of my tongue to refuse, yet I was already on my feet. It was as if my body had its own agenda. “I’ll call you back.”

“And risk you changing your mind? No way. Stay on the phone.”

He held on the line while I checked on Penny, kissed her on the forehead, and sneaked out with the monitor and my toy in a box. I wrestled with the guilt in taking this moment to myself, but I reasoned I’d only be a few minutes.

“You’ve gone quiet on me. Are you still there?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m here.” I stepped into his room, but being in his space felt overwhelmingly intimate. “Maybe I should go into a guest room.”

“No. I want you on my bed. Take off your clothes.”

I closed his French doors silently, feeling apprehensive about being in his bedroom. He might not be here every night, but it smelled of him. I took off my sleep shorts and underwear and climbed onto his mattress. His bed felt like a cloud. “I’m here.” I took the toy out of the box, ready to get this show on the road. “We need to make this quick.”

“You’re always in a hurry.”

I was. Always. I pressed the button on the vibrator, but nothing powered on. Obviously, he’d taken over control again. “Are we doing this?”

He chuckled. “Are you naked on my bed?”

“I am.” At least half naked. In apparent response to my answer, the vibrator started buzzing. I didn’t hesitate to put it where I needed it most. My breath caught the moment it found my clit.