Chapter 13 #2
Annoyed, I picked up the phone again and opened the text.
God fucking dammit. Every time I started to get a clear head about this situation he hit me right where he knew I was weakest. This photo was dark like the other one but he was shirtless.
His lower torso filled the frame with black slacks slung low on his hips.
His hand was gripping his belt as though he was in the process of removing it.
My body perked up. I studied smooth skin that disappeared beneath the waistband of his pants. Fucking hell, he knew exactly how to play with me in the most agonizing way. His stomach was taut, and my mouth watered at the V that I knew trailed south right to…
The dryer in the laundry room buzzed, scaring the shit out of me. Fuck, I really needed to pay more attention. I was always accidentally hitting the buzzer switch when I started the dryer.
Bringing my attention back to the screen in my hands, I zoomed in on the photo and took in every detail.
The veins in his hand also wound up his arm, and they were on full display.
I sighed, wondering what it would feel like to brush my hands along his smooth skin.
I snapped out of it and backed out of the conversation.
If I kept this up, I would be drooling on the counter.
Another text came through. “Like what you see?”
I typed a response with a smirk. “If by like you mean annoyed with, then yes.”
“Annoyed that you’re wet from a photo that’s very PG-13?”
How did he…Damn it, he was good. I was right back to not caring that I was so enamored with him. “Maybe. I wouldn’t be if it was anyone else. Now I need to do something about it.”
His response took longer than usual. “Baby, you fucking torture me with your words. Want me to help? I have a little gift for you.”
“Ok, I’m listening.”
“Good. Listen to this, baby.”
A few minutes passed, and a voice message popped up on the screen. Desire wound through me like a vise, threatening to cut off my air supply. He hadn’t sent a voice message with sexy words directed at me before, only innocent ‘good morning’ messages.
I pressed play. “Hey, baby, I need you to agree to do what I say, okay? Text a simple yes back if you agree to be a good girl.”
My mouth dropped open, and heat flared in my cheeks.
I listened to the clip again and groaned.
Why was I so feral over a man’s voice? I had a thing for voices, that much was certain, but I had never encountered such an attraction to one as I did with Zander.
I didn’t even know what he looked like, for fuck’s sake.
My phone ringing jolted me from my thoughts. I looked down and “Zander” was written in large font on the screen. He was calling me.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Panic tore at my chest as I moved from the stool and paced around the counter. I didn’t think he planned to call me. I assumed this would be another sexting session. What if I fucked things up by saying something idiotic?
I stopped in my tracks. Why did I care? I never had a confidence issue when it came to men. What made Zander different?
Because you actually like him.
The phone rang and rang and at the last split second before my voicemail picked up, I answered.
“Hello?”
“You all right, baby?” he purred from the other end of the line.
My knees almost gave out. His voice was great in recordings, but nothing compared to hearing it again live. I hadn’t talked to Ryan, the client, since I started texting Zander. Ryan. I really did have to separate them in my mind.
“Zander…” I couldn’t find any other words to say.
“Yes. Hi, it’s me.”
“You called me. I didn’t expect you to call,” I panted.
He chuckled. “I hadn’t planned to, but when you didn’t text back, I said fuck it.”
“Oh…” My voice trailed off into the silence.
“Hopefully, my voice in real life is good for you like the recordings.”
I searched my brain for something to say.
“Uh, yeah. I’ve listened to your voice for hours, and it sounds great in person, too.
” I slapped my hand over my mouth. Oh my god, did I actually just say that?
“I mean, I’ve listened to hours of your audiobooks, not hours of your videos on social media.
” I squeezed my eyes shut. “I’m just going to stop talking now. ”
His laugh was louder this time. “It’s okay, baby, I know you’ve listened to my sexy content. Want to know a secret?”
“Uh, sure?” I really needed to stop talking like an imbecile.
He breathed heavily into the phone. “Knowing you have listened to my naughty posts makes me so…fucking…hard.”
My breath caught. Holy motherfucker. I hadn’t ever been this wet in my life, the dampness soaking my thong. I had to sit down on one of the bar stools at the island before I collapsed in a puddle on the floor.
“Are you actually trying to kill me?”
I could hear his wicked smile when he spoke. “Full of questions tonight, baby girl. How about we focus on you instead of me, hmm? Be a good girl and go make yourself comfortable for me, all right?”
Why was I willing to do whatever this man said? I had no idea, but I didn’t linger on the question long. “Uh, okay. I’ll, uh, go do that while I wait for your text.”
His voice turned assertive. “Oh no, baby, we aren’t texting for this. I’m going to make you come with my voice in real time, and in return I get to hear every one of your sweet moans.”