“I’m already naked, Meghan.”
Her thighs clenched at his words. “How do I know you’re telling the truth?”
“You want me to video call you?”
Her cheeks flamed at his offer. “No,” she squeaked. It was one thing dirty talking to him when she couldn’t see his face, another to look into his eyes while doing it. “I’m still learning how to do this stuff.”
“Well you’re doing pretty damn well at it. I’m hard as a fucking rock right now.”
Her breath caught in her throat.
“Are you touching yourself?” she asked him.
“Not yet. I want you to come first.”
“Always a gentleman.”
He laughed. “The thoughts I’m having right now are as far from being a gentleman as you could get.”
“What are they?” she asked, her voice low.
“I thought you weren’t good at this.”
“I’m getting better.” She smiled.
“Yeah, you are. And for the record, I’m thinking about how amazing you tasted when I had my face between your legs. And those tiny little gasps you make when you’re turned on.”
She exhaled, sliding her hand between the waistband of her shorts and her body.
“Are you touching yourself now?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“Mommy!”
Meghan sat up, pulling her hand out of her shorts at the speed of light.
“That’s Isla.”
Rich started to laugh. “I can hear her.”
“Through the wall?” she asked.
“No, on the phone.”
“Mommy! I need you!” Isla called out again.
Meghan’s cheeks flamed. “I have to go.”
“Yes you do. We’ll get back to this discussion another time.”
“Talk to you later.” Her heart was thudding against her ribcage.
“Oh, and Meghan?” His voice was thick.
“Yes?” she asked, breathless.
“You were wrong. You’re really, really good at this thing.”