Everything for Her(41)

“Can we order food tonight? I’m beat,” I say as we make our way outside and head home.

Checking my phone as I walk, I see I have a couple of texts from Oz telling me to be safe going home and that he looks forward to our chat tonight. I notice Captain America is following us again, but Paige doesn’t comment, so I let it go. I’m ready for some pajamas and lounging, and I’m too tired to get into men with her tonight.





Chapter Fourteen

Mallory








It’s before eight when I close my laptop and grab my phone and head to my bedroom. I spent the last hour looking up new updates on the forums for the new program at work. Learned some stuff that I really think will help. I want to talk to Oz in private, and I’m not sure how long this will take. Paige said she had some work to do and went to her room right after dinner, so I cleaned up the last of the dishes and got things ready for the morning.

As soon as I lie back on the bed, the phone vibrates in my hand. My goofy grin appears as I see Oz’s name on my screen.

“Hello there,” I say, sinking against my pillow.

“Mallory.” My name on his lips sends tingles down my spine, and I wish for the millionth time today he was here by my side.

“Miss me?” There’s a playfulness in my voice, and yet there’s heat there, too.

“More than you can possibly know.”

“Tell me about your day. Maybe it will make me miss you less. I’ll feel like I was with you.”

“I love hearing you say you miss me.” His voice is deep and sounds so close. It’s like he’s lying next to me in bed, and not on the other side of the world. I smile, thinking no one has ever made me smile so easily with only a few words.

“I bought a company here last year and I was wrapping up some stuff to finish selling it.”

“You sell them that quickly?”

“We did some fast big changes to it and a few buyers were jumping to get it. Turned into a little bit of a bidding war. We settled a price so he got the final bid. Spent the day finalizing things.”

There’s a pause, and I hear a rustling, and then hear him let out a breath like he’s lain down. “Now let’s discuss the pictures you sent me last night.”

My face probably looks like Rudolph’s nose, but I decide to own it. He asked for them, and I followed through. Might as well put my nudes where my mouth is. Trying to be a little more confident than I actually am, I go for it.

“Which one was your favorite?” I’m new to flirting, but as long as he’s the one doing the talking, I’m sure I’ll manage.

“The first one. You’re smiling so beautifully, it makes my heart ache. I’ve stared at it all day.”

I’m surprised by his answer, thinking he’d like the dirtier ones better.

“Really?”

“Yes. Really. I wish I could see it now. Your soft lips and sweet pink cheeks. I can picture you now, lying on your bed, talking to me. Your hair’s probably up in a messy ponytail like in the pictures. Your perfect neck exposed, waiting for my kisses. What are you doing right now, Mallory? How close am I?”

His words send heat running through me, and suddenly it’s one hundred degrees in my room.

“You’re very close. I miss my T-shirt,” I say, teasing him. “Are you keeping it company?”

“I’m wearing it as we speak, my sweet girl.”

“You’re joking.” There’s no way he has it on.

“Oh, but I’m not. I’ve got it on right now, and not much else. I wanted to smell you while I talked to you. I’ve slept with it every night since I left your side.”

Something about this should be silly, but instead it’s turning me on more.

“What else are you wearing?” I ask, pushing for him to tell me more.

“Your shirt, Mallory. And nothing else. Your pictures have had me in a state of pain all day, and I’ve been needing release. Not to mention, your shirt wasn’t the only thing I took. I took the panties, too.”

I hear a deep breath and picture him smelling my panties as he strokes himself. My pussy clenches in response. I want to help him. I want to make him feel as good as he makes me feel.

“What can I do?” My words are breathy, and my breasts tighten as my nipples ache.

“I want you to slide your hand down the front of your panties and gently touch your pussy, baby. Tell me if you’re wet.”

His dirty words make me clench again, and I can guarantee I’m soaked. I’ve never been talked to like this, and it’s turning me on more than I ever imagined.

I do as he says, sliding my hand down into my panties and touching my wet pussy lips. I gasp at the sensation. They’re so sensitive to the touch.