Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 55395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
“Hello,” I answer the phone, not looking at the screen. It’s Tuesday, and I’m online inputting my credentials for job applications. The receptionist position is right up my alley, and I have plenty of experience in that field. The cashier job doesn’t have an online system, so I’ll have to go in person to apply. I’ve also found a few other positions I’ll be applying for as well.
“Hey, Lyric, is this a bad time?” I sit back in my seat, pushing away from my laptop, and try to control the way my core pulses at hearing the deep rugged tone of Jagger’s voice on the other end of the line.
“No, not at all.” Goose bumps pebble along my skin, raging a war because I’m not cold at all. I’m hot, so damn hot I may combust. I’m in another sundress since I brought in another bag from my Tahoe when realization really hit that my house would be under construction for a minimum of six weeks.
“That’s good. I finished up checking the plumbing, air conditioning, and electrical. I’ve got some not-so-great news to give you.” The way he delivers the message with a grunt, my eyes close, my head tilts back, and I run my fingers up the top of my thigh, pulling the fabric along with it. I can visualize him here in the room with me, his big body caging me in, protecting me yet doing all kinds of dirty things to me.
“You there?” His voice breaks through my trance. I don’t open my eyes, and I damn sure don’t stop what I’m doing. The tips of my fingers edge dangerously close to the lace of my panties.
“Hmm, yeah. I am.” I wonder what he’d look like on top of me, hair messy from my hands digging into the soft waves, his lips swollen from our kissing and me nipping at the soft pillowy flesh, sweat coating his arms and chest, droplets clinging to his hair, slowly dropping on my chest as he works his thick length deeper than I’ve ever experienced before.
“Lyric.” Jagger’s voice takes on an edge. One that does nothing to stop my fingers from wandering deeper, and my thighs have no problem opening in order to give me more room to work with.
“Jagger,” I reply, hoping and praying he can’t tell what I’m doing over the phone. While he may have been a grump on Saturday, it doesn’t deter me from using him for spank bank material.
“Woman.” His raw, guttural, and barely contained groan-like growl causes my spine to tingle. I really need to get this conversation done and out of the way; it won’t be much longer until my hands are doing what I really want him to do.
“I’m here, promise.” I open my eyes, taking myself out of the scene I set up in my head. The faster this call is over, the faster I can get back to business. Which is why I pause my ministrations. I shouldn’t be doing this while he’s on the phone, especially with how Saturday turned out to be. Plus, he went ghost mode. I haven’t heard a peep from him or his office since Jagger sent the invoice. If I didn’t know where his parents live, I’d have thought they took my money and ran. Though, I did receive a receipt yesterday, which helped calm my nerves some.
“For now.” Jagger sounds exasperated. Well, same, my guy, same. I want a man I shouldn’t want. I mean, after all, he’s the one who quit answering my calls and returning my letters.
“You were saying?” I spur him back on the subject at hand. If he’s going to interrupt my time, the least he could do is hurry up the conversation. I still have things to do, and my orgasm is top priority.
“Lyric, you’re testing my patience. I’m ready to quit what I’m doing and drive to where you are and see exactly what you’re doing that has you breathless.” I’m tempted to invite him over, except I think Jagger needs to sweat a little.
“By the time you get here, I’ll be through, and you won’t know where I’ll be.” I’m not sure where those words come from or how I’m being this bold. My fingers have a mind of their own, continuing to slide into my panties, then one slips lower, strumming my clit and causing me to bite my lower lip.
“I wouldn’t bet against that, gorgeous,” he says with a teasing tone. I feel wetness coat the tip of my finger. I add another, making a V on either side of my pussy. I’m not wet. I’m soaked, saturating my panties in a way I’ll have to change them once I’m done. I’m refusing to touch on the little pet name he let slip through his lips. At least he didn’t use Lili. I’d really be screwed then, and there would be no stopping me from sinking two fingers inside my center, getting off, and moaning his name.