“It isn’t, but why not have some anyway? It will be worth your while, I promise.”
“Oh, yeah,” I breath down the line, making my voice nice and throaty. “How worth it?”
“I wish I didn’t have to leave the other night. Then I would have shown you. But let’s just say that you’re going to be getting more than you bargained for. A whole lot more.”
I don’t know how it has happened, but I suddenly find myself becoming very hot. Intolerably hot. And not from the weather, but the words being spoken by Blake. His voice is deep and sexual, and his words are even more so.
I imagine him on the other end, playing with himself, and it sends a pulse of electricity up my spine. Sure, I plan on ruining him, but why not have some fun in the meantime? Just like he said.
“Tell me more,” I breathe again. “Will I be able to handle it?”
“Oh, we’ll make it work. One inch at a time.” I can hear his breathing intensifying.
I moan. “How many inches. I’m not very big down there.”
“I am,” he says. “But don’t worry. I’ll slide all ten of them in, nice and slow. Right up to the base.”
“Ten?” I gasp, not even by accident. If he is telling the truth, then he is well-endowed. Just the thought of that makes me wet. I can feel it.
“That’s right,” he says, and I can almost hear him smiling. “Do you like big equipment?”
“I do.”
“What do you like to do with them?” He asks.
I pause as I contemplate what I am doing and if I should continue. I’ve never had phone sex before, and I wonder if now is the time. But I am alone in my room and incredibly turned on, so I figure why not.
“I like to grip it in my hand,” I say. “I like to stroke it up and down.”
“Keep going,” he says.
“I like to put it in my mouth and swirl my tongue around it until it’s nice and wet.”
“And then?”
“And then I like to sit on it. I like to feel it slide all the way up me. Fill me.”
“Tell me more, Carrie. You have my attention,” he chuckles down the line.
I want him. I want to be wherever he is and do the things I talk about, but for real. I can’t, since we’re not together right now. So instead, I settle for phone sex. I see it as a warm up to the main course, a course I can’t wait to eat.
“And once you are inside me,” I begin, lying on my back.
My hand moves down to my thighs. It’s about to be one hell of an afternoon.
Chapter 15
BLAKE
The spread in front of me looks delicious. It’s made up of sandwiches, pastries and, of course, mini chocolate cakes, Carrie’s favorite.
I check my watch, grimacing when I see that Carrie is late. It’s only a few minutes, but it disappointments me. That’s just the way I am, and more importantly, it’s why I am where I am today. I decide not to make a big deal of it though. Not today. Today, we have bigger things to discuss.
I can’t even describe how pleased I was the other day when Carrie texted me that she agreed to have my baby.
And if that wasn’t enough to make the day the best I had experienced in a long while, the phone sex we had after was something else. If she is half as dirty as she made herself out to be on the phone, then having this baby with Carrie is going to be one hell of a ride. And I mean that in the most literal sense.
It’s because of her decision to go through with my proposal that I am currently waiting for her. I’m in my office, located at my production company’s headquarters. I chose the spot for its formal setting and for what we have to do. She is coming over to hammer out the agreement and the legalities behind it. It’s a boring process, but one that has to be taken care of.
As I check my watch again, I reach forward and pluck a pastry off the table. I hired a catering service to bring some food over, deciding that they best drop off the food and leave before Carrie arrives.
I don’t know how those who work in catering feel about other caterers, and I want to avoid the awkwardness. Not to mention the fact that I want Carrie in the best mood possible. Today is everything.
I finish eating the pastry and am about to take another when my receptionist calls through to announce Carrie.
Carrie walks in. As always, she looks divine. Today, she wears a simple strapless blue dress that hugs her waist. It flares out at the bottom and stops short of her knees. The dress accentuates her firm legs, and her bosom sits tightly in it, too. If I were to guess, I would say she isn’t wearing a bra.
“Sorry, I’m late,” she puffs as she closes the door behind her. “I got lost.”