Page 65 of Bad For Me (Rock Canyon, Idaho 5)

The line was dead quiet, and he was sure she had hung up.

“Okay.”

He released the breath he hadn’t even known he’d been holding. “Tell me everything.”

“Like how I’m sliding my hand into my pajama pants?”

He pushed his hand under his boxers and waited for more.

“Or that my fingers are inside my panties and pushing between my legs?”

“Christ.” Everett was hard as a rock and shocked as hell. He was sure she’d have told him to fuck off, but considering how nervous she was when they were together, he imagined this was good for her. Sex on the phone gave her a chance to experiment, to test the waters and yet remain in control.

Taking his cock in his hand, he started stroking his length, imagining her blonde curls spread over her white, lacy pillow. Her eyes closed and her lips wet and parted.

“I’m rubbing my clit in short, fast circles, and it feels so good.”

“Fuck, Callie, do you know how much I wish I was there right now?”

“Oh yeah?” Her voice was siren sweet and just as enthralling. “What would you do if you came in and found me like this, playing with myself?”

She was practically inviting him to play, and he was more than happy to jump in and share his fantasies. “I’d cover your hand with mine and lacing our fingers together.”

“Hmm, that seems counterproductive.”

Everett smiled at her teasing. “I wasn’t finished.”

“Oh, well then, please continue.”

“I’d move our fingers in a small circle over your clit until you were moaning, and then I’d take over, using just my thumb as I slipped one finger inside you, then two.”

“Now that my hand is free, I’d slip it under the back of your shirt and down your boxers to grab your ass.” Her words made him close his eyes, and he could almost feel her touch. “I’d push at the top of them until they were around your ankles.”

“How do you know I’m wearing boxers?”

“Because it’s my fantasy.”

“You’ve been fantasizing about me?” God, he hoped so, because he’d been doing nothing but all week.

“Oh, yes, just about every night . . . and during most of the bachelorette party.”

Holy hell, she’d been thinking about him while looking at sex toys? His strokes became faster.

“Well, in my fantasy, your clothes disappear completely and there’s nothing left between us. As I work your clit, I’d curve my fingers inside you until I found your sweet spot. The whole time I’d be watching you, your eyes half closed and your lips soft and open. I’d bend over and kiss you, flicking my tongue inside your mouth while my hand kept going.”

Her breathing had become rapid puffs that he relished, but before he could continue, she spoke first. “I’d kiss you back, opening my mouth wide, even as my hand slid between us to find your dick. I’d cup your balls, rolling them gently in my hands until I heard you groan. Only then would I slide my hand around your shaft.”

He was hanging on her every word, stroking himself as he imagined her with him, doing everything she said.

“I’d break our kiss,” she continued, “so I could slide down your body and take you into my mouth, my tongue circling the head of your cock until you were begging me to take you all the way.”

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nbsp; Everett pictured Callie with her lips wrapped around him, curls falling around her face, a golden curtain for naughty peek-a-boo. He could feel the pressure inside building as he increased the speed of his stroking.

“Are you tingly yet?” he asked hoarsely.

“OH, YES,” SHE whispered back, eyes closed as she touched herself. The low drumbeat between her legs built in tempo as she taunted and teased Everett and herself. She’d never had phone sex before, but it wasn’t as awkward as she’d always thought it would be. Listening to Everett’s husky words and the hitch in his breath was erotic and sexy and turned her on like crazy.