ClaireThe moment he asked, a hiccup escaped me—half surprise, half confession. Do I want to touch myself?God, yes. His voice alone, low and rough through the phone, sent heat pooling between my thighs. A secret part of me had been waiting for this, a call, a text, anything. I craved what he could give me. Right now, hearing him, I wanted nothing more than to slide my hand down and ease the ache he’d planted. But I couldn’t let him know. Couldn’t let him see the hold he had on me. So I lied. “No, not really,” I said, but even I, didn’t believe the words. My voice trembled, betraying me. He chuckled—slow, dark, knowing. “What are you wearing right now?” he asked, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper that licked along my skin. I bit my lip, leaning back against the headboard, the phone pressed tight to my ear. “A red nightgown,” I breathed, the words shaky, slow. “What material?” he pressed. I swallowed. Truth was, this nightgown was new. After he’
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