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Escaping the Cold by Natasha Pierce
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“I bet you’re so wet for me right now. I can see you’re breathing pretty hard. Where are you right now?”
“I’m out on my balcony, I was waiting for Lily to fall asleep. I didn’t want to keep her awake while talking to you,” I reply. He’s not wrong, I can’t help but wonder if thinking of him claiming me with his hands and plump, kissable lips will spark my body to become as wet as he claims. Every interaction so far has proven my body is more interested in him than I thought possible.
Fucking hell, speaking of lips… I watch him lick his lips as he contemplates his next words. “If I were to ask you to touch yourself, right there on your balcony, would you?” My heart pounds at his question. I look around and whisper, “Hang on,” then set the phone down and go lean over the railing. I look up and around, and down and around. I check my neighbors on either side. It looks as if they are all out, or asleep. I go back, sit on the porch sofa and pick up my phone.
“I’ll totally take your challenge, but I had to make sure my neighbors weren’t outside. I’ve barely been here a week, and I can’t be screaming your name and then walking around tomorrow, and have them know what I was up to outside for everyone to hear,” I admit. God, that would be so embarrassing. I can imagine the rumors now about the slut that just moved in.
“Damn, girl. I want to be able to hear you scream, so count on me cashing in on that another time. I want you to slowly start to touch yourself. Warm yourself up,” he demands. Fuck. I run my hand up my other arm and across my collarbone. I slowly graze my fingertips down to tease my nipples. With my unlined lace bralette, my nipples peak unbelievably easily. I feel a need for more, so I grasp my breast harder, and a low moan escapes me. “Fuck. I’m about to come track you down and record this because I’m going to need to see you do this again.” Corey’s voice is rough with lust, and that just encourages me more. I slide my fingers through my cleavage and slowly work my way into my shorts. I gasp as I reach my slick center, my eyes flashing open wide. My body has never done that, except for that night I woke up from the dream. Fuck, both instances were sparked by him.
“Corey,” I moan. “I want you to touch yourself, too. I’ll show you how I like it if you do the same.”
The phone goes dark for a second, and lots of jumbled noise filters through the speaker, but then I hear a zipper and a smirk spreads across my face. Corey appears as the screen raises once more, but it’s not as steady as it once was.
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