Page 9 of 13 Rules For Fantastic Phone Sex

“Hey, Kait.” Relief washes over me with those two short words, along with a tiny bolt of lightning when he says my name, all rough and scratchy. Just as hot and exhausted as last time, but that baritone rumble does a body good.

“Hi, Henry. I’m so glad to hear from you.” I was convinced this wouldn’t happen. Surprise.

“I thought this time I’d reach out early and maybe get one whole night’s sleep. I slept so well after we talked last time. I was worried you wouldn’t be available.”

“Henry, it’s just after six in the afternoon. There are reasons why you might have difficulty falling asleep right now.”

“I’m in Ireland, so I’m five hours ahead of you. It’s dark out, and I haven’t slept well since we spoke. I have a big meeting tomorrow, and I’m desperate to catch up a bit. I’d do anything for a full eight, so I wanted to see if you would work your magic again.”

“Ireland again?”

“I’m a lawyer for a pharmaceutical company based here. We do most things via Skype and Zoom, but I’m an M&A specialist, and on occasion, I need to be in the room.” I google M&A. Mergers and acquisitions. Fancy.

“Do you like it there?”

“I do, here in Dublin and more specifically, here at this hotel. I stay at the same place every time, the Dean in Dublin, which feels like a second home. All of the rooms have record players or Wi-Fi speakers.” He’s settling into bed, a rustle of linens telegraphing his movements. “As a kid, I spent a lot of time in Ireland—my grandparents are about an hour outside of the city. If we weren’t in school, we were in Ireland. It was really important to my grandparents that we knew how to speak Irish Gaelic, even though it’s really not commonly spoken.”

“Dad is Irish or Mom?”

“Both. They were both raised here.” Thank god Henry has an American accent. I might expire from sheer endorphin overload if he had an Irish accent on top of that sex bomb voice of his.

“Does that mean black hair and blue eyes, or are you a ginger?”

“All of us have black hair, and my eyes are green-blue, but my driver’s license says green.”

Be still my slutty little heart. “Black hair, blue-green eyes, and?”

“I’m twenty-nine for another month, six one, and one hundred and eighty pounds, give or take a large holiday meal or a long run, on the leaner side, not bulky, but not skinny. I try to keep my hair short because it gets unruly with curls if I don’t.”

I’d bet on a nice booty, all that running. “You said all of us. Are you one of eleventyseven kids?”

“We’re Irish Catholic, but only so far as my parents forgot what birth control is. There are seven of us. Declan, Llewellyn, Schuyler and Killian are twins, Lachlan, me, and, last but not least, Saoirse.”

“You guys won the awesome name lottery. As a Kait, I’m officially jealous.”

“We all have two middle names too. My parents have a thing for ridiculous names.”

“I like Henry. A lot. Henry.” I say it low and slow like he does. Henrrrrrry. Like you’d say mmmmmm when eating something delicious. “What are your middle names?”

He mumbles something I don’t catch but doesn’t answer the question. I move on—harassing him won’t make him want to call back.

“So, gorgeous, grown-up job—you’re a catch. Add in ‘speak to an adult’ and ‘respectful and polite,’ and you are unicorn city, baby.”

“I’m a unicorn?”

“Yep. You did something no one else has ever done: you asked to speak to an adult.” Barely legal is usually the ask. Men. Ugh.

“I find that extremely odd. Being an adult is pretty essential for me to have an interesting conversation. I’m afraid to ask who or what they are typically requesting.”

“I’ll spare you the visual imagery. I’m happy you favor talking to adults.”

“I do. Absolutely.”

Henry Sterling is a good man. No denying it. One might even say freakishly good since he doesn’t even do phone sex when he calls for phone sex. Unreal. “As do I, Henry. It’s nice to be talking to a proper grown-up.”

“Did I mention that I have my own place, and my vehicle starts the first time I try it, unlike when I was in college?”

“Holy crap. Do you also have a checking account?” A grown man without one speaks volumes.