Page 43 of The Sacrifice
Holy shit.I squeeze my thighs together. Dirty talk is not something I thought I’d like, but Jackson has proven otherwise. The blood in my sex thumps in time, with the clothes dropping to the bottom of the dryer.
Me: I can’t wait.
Is there something wrong with me? I’ve never had this kind of a response to anyone before, and my reaction to him borders on an unhealthy obsession. Ah hell, if there’s something wrong with me, who cares? I don’t. Not when the man is equally obsessed with providing me orgasms.
Jackson: What are you doing?
Me: Laundry
Hadley’s eyes flutter shut as she settles in for a nap.
Jackson: Washing machine or dryer?
Me: Both.
The second I hit send, the phone rings, causing me to jump. “Hey. You scared me.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Is everything okay?” I rest my hip against the dryer.
“Yes and no.” His voice is husky and deep. “Three hours is too long.”
“Why are three hours too long?” I love that he can’t get enough of me. To go from a guy who barely wanted to have sex with me to one who wakes up at 12:01 a.m. to go for round one of the day is surreal.
“What cycle is the washer on?”
“Spin.”Oh….My nipples tighten, and adrenaline rushes through my veins, causing my clit to twitch. Did he call me to have phone sex? “Where are you?”
“My meeting is over, and I stayed after to message my girl. But knowing you’re all alone and sexually frustrated made me feel sorry for you.”
“Really?” I shift to the washing machine and rest my butt against the stainless steel appliance. “How did you know I was sexually frustrated?”
“I could hear it in your message.” I hear a rustling sound and a click.
“What was that?”
“That was me locking the door. I’m putting you on video. I miss that beautiful mouth of yours.”
“God, you’re killing me,” I whimper and flick the screen to start the video share session and switch the camera angle to face me.
“I’m not trying to kill you. I’m trying to save you from an aching, swollen pussy. I’m being noble.”
I snort. “Noble, my ass.”
He clutches his chest. “I am noble.” The mock hurt expression on his face makes me giggle until my brain kicks in.Holy hell. I’m in love with him.Not just a little bit of a crush or some puppy love shit, but an ‘I don’t know which way is up’kind of love.
His face grows larger on the screen as he leans closer to the camera lens. “Are you okay? You seem upset.”
“No.” I shake my head. “Everything is fine.” The thundering pulse at the base of my throat is enough to make me fear a panic attack.Calm down. You can’t be in love yet. It’s too soon. You’re just happy. And horny. That’s it. It’s no big deal.
“Good. I don’t want my sweet little angel to be sick.”
“Is that me or Hadley?”
“You.” He winks. “Now, let’s get to the good stuff before someone comes to clean the office. Are your panties wet thinking about fingering your pussy while I watch?”
Nope. I love him.