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A jolt traveled from Fallon’s ears straight to her center. Jesus. On second thought, maybe this was better than being there. No way.

“You’d be licking me,” Andi said.

“Yeah? Is that what you are imagining right now? Me between your thighs?”

Andi gasped.

“You are,” Fallon surmised. If only Andi knew how many times Fallon had imagined that over the years. “Tell me. What do I feel like?”

“Warm,” Andi breathed. “Wet… Soft…”

Warm and wet were excellent ways to describe Fallon’s current physical state as well. Had she not been in front of two large windows, Fallon would have become more than a verbal participant in their play. These were aspects of Andi that Jake had never shared and would never share—Andi’s unbridled desire. Fallon loved it.

“You want me to make you come?” Fallon asked.

Andi groaned. “Yes,” she hissed.

“Mm. You want to imagine it’s my tongue circling your clit right now instead of your fingers.”

“Yes.”

“Soft and slow, Andi. Take it soft and slow. Not yet. You like it when I tease you.”Jesus, who is getting more out of this?Fallon steadied her breathing. She heard Andi’s breath catch and sputter. “Not yet.”

“Please.”

“You want to beg me?”

Andi moaned. “Yes.”

“Slow down,” Fallon instructed. “Easy. Soft, just like I touched you before I left this morning.”

Andi gasped. “Fallon…”

Fallon was losing her resolve. The temptation to plunge her hand into her jeans was growing by the second. She closed her eyes. She could almost feel Andi’s hands in her hair.God help me. “Now,” Fallon said. “Come on, right now. Feel me right now.”

Andi screamed, announcing her pleasure. “Make me come, Fallon! Oh…”

Fallon throbbed with desire. Every inch of her begged to be touched. Her body screamed at her to relieve the ache—right now. She closed her eyes and groaned.

“I wish you were here,” Andi whispered.

“You have no idea how much I want to be.”

“I’ll miss you.”

“Mm.”

Andi giggled. “Frustrated?”

“You have no idea.”

“Take care of it,” Andi suggested.

Jesus. “I wish I could.” Trust me, when I get home later, I will. You are sexy as hell; you know that?”

“You might be a tad biased.”

“No,” Fallon said honestly. “You are.”