Game Saver - BJ Harvey Page 0,15
us was last night once we got home from the restaurant. I was so hard that I could barely walk straight, let alone wait until we got back to her apartment. That was why I’d shifted my seat back, she’d hauled herself into my lap, and we proceeded to dry-hump each other into explosive mutual orgasms in the parking lot of Chicago’s swanky restaurant.
“I can’t help it if I believe in delayed gratification. I was motivating you to get through dinner and take me home.”
“Is that right?” she replies, and I can hear the smile in her voice.
“I also thought you might’ve been nervous so I figured it would distract you.”
“Oh, it distracted me alright. I couldn’t think straight.”
“You seemed fine at dinner. Especially afterwards.”
“Are we talking about the frottage in the car, the blow job in my elevator, or you turning me into a contortionist on my dining table?”
“Hmm . . . I can’t remember. We might have to do a step-by-step reconstruction to jog my memory.”
She laughs, low and husky, a sound that reaches down and wraps itself around my dick.
“Are you at work already?” I ask, having a brilliant idea of swinging by her place for a quickie.
“Yeah, I’m sitting in my office.”
There goes that plan then.
“Is the door closed?” I ask, a rather nice image of Abi taking care of herself in her chair and describing it to me in vivid detail flashing through my mind.
“Cade . . .” she warns, but her tone is not cutting. There’s a vein of amusement and a raspy undertone running through it.
I chuckle. “Okay, okay. I’ll behave.”
“Good, because after last night’s efforts, I can still feel where you’ve been and that’s had me at level five all day. You instigating phone sex in my office when I can’t do anything about it for eight hours is just cruel.”
My mouth goes dry, and my groin tightens. “You can still feel me?” I ask gruffly, thinking phone sex is a fucking fantastic idea as I scan for the next exit.
“Cade, my vagina has had more of a workout in the past week than it’s had in the ten months between visits.”
That grabs my attention. “Ten months?”
“Shit,” she mutters. “Forget I said that.”
“There’s no way I’m letting you out of this one. Are you saying you didn’t sleep with anyone else after me?” Why the hell do I like that so. fucking. much?
“I was busy! Doesn’t mean I didn’t give my toy chest a good workout.”
“Yes. The toy chest. Guess what just got scratched onto our to-do list?”
“You mean the to-do-me-with list?” she says with a giggle.
“That too.”
“Cade. This conversation is worse than the prospect of phone sex.”
“You’re telling me. I’m on I-55 and contemplating the merits of pulling over to jerk off and whether it’s worth the risk of a standing vehicle violation.”
That earns me a giggle. “I vote that it would totally be worth it.”
“Maybe if you were the one with your hand wrapped around my dick.”
“That can be arranged next time we see each other, Doctor Hottie.”
I snort. “I don’t know if I want to ask where that name came from.”
“I actually can’t remember. Might’ve been something Dani and I came up with one night.”
“You talked about me?”
“Um, hello? I’m a woman. We talk about everything.”
“Everything?” I ask, my interest now very much piqued in what the word ‘everything’ might entail.
“When you’re with your girls, nothing is off-limits,” she says.
“Oh to be a fly on the wall . . .” I muse, and she bursts out laughing.
“Seriously, you really don’t want that. The things that can come out after a tequila or five would blow your mind. So I’m guessing you’ve finished for the day?” she asks, wisely changing the direction of the conversation.
“Yeah. Just wanted to check in with you since I wasn’t very talkative at five a.m. this morning.”
“I thought for sure you’d be a morning person but every time I’ve woken up with you, you’ve barely been human until after coffee.”
“Even barely human I still gave you a double orgasm before leaving.”
“Oh believe me, I’m not going to forget that special talent of yours any time soon. But remember, no sex talk while I’m at work.”
“Spoilsport,” I reply with a grin.
“I’m just being smart. If I give in to my curiosity of just how well you can give phone sex, then we’ll need to carry it through, and although I haven’t been opposed to getting down and dirty on company time in the past, with you