Page 91 of The Fractured

“You’re wearin’ what now?”

“Kegel balls.” I chewed my lip again, smiling at the confusion and curiosity in his voice.

“And…what do they do?”

“Well, Kira recommended them. Part of her meetings is all about embracing sexuality after a bad relationship. Andalthough I’m not in a bad relationship, she said kegel balls strengthen your pelvic floor and improve arousal, which is good for overall healthy sex, etcetera. I bought them today and thought I’d test them before you got home…”

“How do you use them?”

I shifted my hips, squeezing. “Insertion.”

“And you didn’t get the chance to take them out before we left the apartment.” The timber in his voice was giving me heart palpitations.

I groaned softly and whispered, “I am so fucking turned on right now I might actually combust.”

There was a smile in his voice when he spoke again. “That explains a lot.”

“It does?”

“You’ve looked hot and bothered all night. I thought it was your anxiety over the whole undercover investigation thing.”

“Oh, the anxiety is still there. I’m conflicted.” And desperate.

Sex since the shooting seemed to keep any reminders at bay.

“Want me to hang up so you can deal with it?” he teased.

“No, please, don’t. I beg you.”

“Beggin’, huh?”

“I could do it on my knees…” I slid my free hand up beneath the satin of my dress and cupped my breast. “…while I touch myself.”

There was rustling on his end of the line, followed by the sound of a zip and a soft grunt.

I grinned. “Are you touchingyourself?”

“Ah-huh.” His voice was heavy with arousal. “Are you wet?”

“Very,” I breathed.

“And you’re still touchin’ yourself?”

I slid my fingers down between my legs and felt where the silicone string for the kegel balls was. “It’d be better if it were you.”

“This is fuckin’ torture,” he groaned.

I pictured him slowly stroking himself, and I spread my legs wider. “I’ve never had phone sex before. What if we tried that?”

He made a noise that sounded like a disagreement. “I wanna be inside you,” he almost growled. “The picture is one thing, but knowing you’re upstairs…”

“What would you do to me if I was down there?”

“We really doin’ this?”

“It’ll be interesting to see how long we last.”

He huffed a strained laugh. “Trust me when I say I won’t last long.”