Page 17 of Badd Baby

I couldn't stop a wince as I shoved at my ramrod-stiff cock in a vain attempt to relieve the pressure, groaning. The movement was well off-screen, but Rune's gaze betrayed the fact that she knew exactly what my groan was about.

"Duncan," she breathed. "Are you…?" she trailed off suggestively.

"Wishing my hand was yours?" I said, the words tumbling free unbidden—that damn lack of a filter striking again. "Abso-fucking-lutely."

"You can't say something like that to a girl, Duncan," she whispered. "It's not fair."

"Not fair?" I snapped. "Not fair is that fucking kiss. Not fair is you leaving me turned on, hard as a damn rock, and having to work all fucking day while trying not to think about you. Had to fight a half-chub all goddamned day because of you and that fucking kiss."

"You're touching yourself?"

"I was thirty seconds from coming when you called,” I admitted.

Her eyes went heavy-lidded with desire, teeth snagging her lower lip. "Fucking hell, Duncan."

"You've thought about me, haven't you?" I demanded. “You touched your pussy while thinking about me."

"Yes," she whispered. "Several times." Even in the dim lighting, I could tell she's flushing scarlet.

"Several times?" I said.

"Every fucking day, Duncan, is that what you want to hear? I think about you and your stupid sexy face and your stupid sexy abs, and I flick my bean."

"Do you say my name while you come, Rune?" I asked.

"Maybe."

"Let me hear."

This was stupid. Foolish. I didn’t need the distraction. I needed to be focused on work—I've only been GM for a few months, and I’m still on probation with Dad and Delia. If I mess up, they'll make Elias the interim GM until they feel I'm more ready. That’s not happening. The Kitty is my bar, now.

But I can't deny myself this. I can't deny myself her.

"Duncan," Rune gasped. "I'm not doing that over the phone."

"Why not?"

"It's embarrassing."

"It'd be fucking hot."

"You first, then." She fumbled the phone, dropped it on her chest, and then picked it back up—in the process revealing her bare chest, stomach, and the upper swell of her sex.

"Fucking goddammit, Rune," I groaned. "Tease."

"That was an accident," she protested. "If I was gonna tease you, I'd do it more like this."

She eased the phone away by infinitesimal degrees, baring her tits to me slice by slice, inch by inch, until only the very tips were out of the screen, and then she brought it back to focus on her face.

"Fuck," I growled. "You have perfect tits. Show me more, Rune."

"You first," she whispered. "I have needs too, you know."

I angled the phone so she could see my bare torso, and then tilted it lower…and lower, until my abs, hips, and cock were in the screen. My cock, however, I had gripped in my fist, hiding it from her.

"Fucking hell, Duncan," she breathed. "Do it."

"Do what?"