Staring into the mirror, she didn’t look at all like a woman who would attract the attention of a rock star. She should have long blond hair and a DD chest and legs that went on for miles.
Instead, she had brown hair, an average body, and a decent face.
And Baz still wanted her.
She was still smiling when she made her way back downstairs to the kitchen for a glass of wine and a few of the Thin Mints she had stashed in the freezer.
She was just about to text Sabrina again when her phone chimed.
But it wasn’t Sabrina.
You home yet?
Sebastian.
Her heart started to race. Did he know she’d been on a date with another man tonight? She hadn’t told him. Had hoped the question would never come up. But she was home and it seemed foolish not to answer such an innocuous question.
I’m here. What’s up?
Playing cards and getting my ass handed to me. What’re you doing?
Drinking wine.
Alone?
Hmm, did she want to admit she was sitting alone on a Friday night drinking? Did that make her pathetic?
Fuck it.
Yeah.
A full minute passed before she got a response. A minute where she kept checking to see if her phone still had service.
God, she was totally losing it.
And then . . .
Her phone rang. And she felt giddy excitement, like a teenager getting a call from the most popular boy at school. The phone call she’d never received in high school.
“Hey. I thought you were playing cards.”
“I was. But, for some reason, I can’t seem to keep my mind on the game and I’ve lost every hand for the past hour.”
Curling into her comfy couch, she couldn’t help her smile. “So, who’s beating you?”
“I swear Ty’s cheating. I just haven’t figured out how to prove it. And I think Greg’s determined to win back every penny he’s gonna end up paying me for the score. Dane and Jared have probably lost as much as me.”
“And here I thought you’d be good at cards.”
“I’m kind of distracted tonight.”
“Oh, yeah. Why’s that?”
“Because there’s this girl I keep thinking about.”
Her heart picked up its pace. “Oh.”
“Yeah. See, whenever I think about her, I start to get hard and it’s pretty damn difficult to think about cards when all I can see is the beautiful woman I had on my lap last night.”
Holy hell, she couldn’t breathe.
She remembered every second of last night, too. The way he’d stared at her, the way he’d felt when he’d—
“Wait, are you still playing cards?”
He laughed, low and sexy. “Would you care?”
Shit? Would she care that her friends’ guys could hear him talking to her like this?
No, not really.
“No. But what happens when I decide to return the favor and tell you all about how I can still feel you inside me when I close my eyes. And I can still taste your skin and smell you on me.”
“Holy fuck, Tru. I’d tell you not to stop because I’m alone and I can jerk off whenever I feel like it.”
She loved hearing the strangled desire in his voice. Loved that she did that to him.
“So if I tell you I want you to wrap your hand around your cock and jerk off for me, you’ll do it?”
“Damn right, I’ll do it. Hell, girl, don’t you know I’ll do anything you ask?”
Just the thought made her swallow down a moan.
She thought about asking him to come over but couldn’t quite bring herself to do it. She’d been out with another man only an hour before and to invite Sebastian over now made her uneasy.
But she didn’t want to give him up just yet.
So you’re going to have phone sex?
She shut down that little voice before it could speak again.
“Where are you?”
“In the elevator heading back to my room.”
“I’m guessing there’s no one there with you?”
“You’d be right. If there was, they’d be getting a show right about now.”
“Are you stroking yourself already?”
“Are you?”
“No. But I can be.”
“I’m still in the elevator. Don’t wanna give Ty’s security guys a thrill. But you do it, Tru. I want you to be just as fucking horny as I am right now.”
She’d never in a million years thought she’d be turned on by a man who said the things Sebastian did. “How long ’til you get to your room?”
“Almost there. Off the elevator. Door closed. Heading toward my bed. Where are you?”
“On my couch.”
“Good. Get comfy, babe, ’cause you’re gonna be there awhile.”
Already breathing hard, she resettled herself on the couch with her head on a pillow and her legs stretched out along the cushions. Her hand had already found its way to her belly and less than an inch separated her finger tips from the waistband of her low-slung yoga pants.
“So, what are you wearing, babe?”
She laughed at the smirk in his voice. “Yoga pants and a t-shirt.”
“Anything underneath?”
“No.”
“Good. I want you to keep your clothes on.”
“What if I want to be naked?”
“Do you want me to fucking come already? Jesus, Tru. Let me at least jerk off to the sound of your voice for a few minutes.”
Yes, that’s the image she wanted. The sight of him jerking off and coming just from the sound of her voice.
“Lay down on your sofa, Sebastian.”
He grunted, probably from dropping onto the couch. “Alright, babe. Now what?”
Wait, he wanted her to tell him what to do? What the hell was she supposed to say?
“Tru?”
“Yeah?”
“Close your eyes.”
“Why?”
He laughed. “Just do it.”
With a huff, she did. And immediately understood why he’d had her do it. Amazing how freeing it was.
“Are you wearing jeans?”
“There you go.” His voice had dropped into a low, sexy rumble. “And yeah, I am.”
“I want you to open the button and unzip them. Then I want you to push them down so your cock’s exposed.”
She heard him shift around. “Feeling the breeze. My turn, sweetheart. Push your hand down your pants and tell me how wet you are.”
Sucking in a deep breath, she slid her fingers beneath her waistband and brushed against the short curls on her mound.
She let her fingers weave through the soft hair before she reached the heat at her center. She deliberately bypassed her clit because she knew if she touched herself there, she’d want to get off right away. And she didn’t want to come so damn fast.
“Tru?”
“Yes?”
“Fuck. How wet are you? Tell me.”
“I’m dripping. And hot. And I ache.”
“And I’m hard as a fucking post. I keep thinking about your mouth on me and where I’d put my mouth on you.”
Her fingers feathered through her labia, wetting her fingers in the moisture seeping from her body.
“Where? Where are you going to put your mouth?”
“I’d kiss you first because I can’t get enough of your mouth. And then I’d move down your body to your breasts and I’d suck your nipples into my mouth and make them hard.”
“I love having your mouth on me.”
“And I love having my mouth on you and my fingers inside you. Imagine my mouth sucking on your breasts and now put your fingers inside and fuck yourself with them.”
With her eyes closed, she could almost imagine he was there with her. The sound of his voice made her pussy clench around her fingers and she was so close to coming, she moaned and had to stop.
“Yes. I want to hear you when you come, baby.”
She took a breath and forced herself to hang on to her orgasm.
“I don’t want to come yet.”