Blyssfully Undone (The Blyss Trilogy 3)

She reaches behind herself, slipping her fingers into the pocket of her jean shorts, and pulls out the piece of paper I gave her with my phone number on it. I’m fucking flabbergasted. She slowly reaches for the phone, and then lifts the receiver as she lays the piece of paper flat on the desk in front her. I can’t believe what I’m seeing. I’m simply astounded. She’s actually going to call me.

When my phone rings in my side belt clip, I jump. I was so lost in what she was doing I didn’t anticipate the vibration. An indescribable feeling washes over me from her wanting to call me. I pull the phone from its clip and answer with a husky voice.

“Hey, baby, are you okay?”

A long-winded breath escapes her before she speaks with uncertainty. “Umm, is it okay that I called you? I mean…I know you’re busy, but I just wanted to hear your voice.”

I close my eyes, not believing my ears. “I’m never too busy for you. How has your morning been?”

“Well, I went exploring through the house some, just like you said I could, but honestly, I’m lonely here without you. I miss you.”

“You do, do you?” I ask, just so I can hear her say it again.

“Uh-huh,” she says as she twirls a lock of hair around her index finger. “When are you coming home?” she inquires as she leans back in the chair, propping her bare feet on the leather seat. My lips twitch with mirth as I watch her make herself comfortable.

“That depends on how fast I can finish all my work.” I pause to regard her as she bites her thumbnail again. “What are you doing right now?”

“I’m sitting in your office. It’s the only room that smells like you.” She stiffens in the chair, suddenly concerned. “I hope you don’t mind that I’m in here.”

“No, baby,” I reassure her, “I told you before when I left the house this morning. What’s mine is yours.” She slumps back into the chair and relaxes.

“Why aren’t you passing the time with your paints?” I ask curiously. She hasn’t touched them since she’s been here.

She shrugs her shoulders, and then draws an imaginary line on top of the desk’s surface, wearing a frown. “I’m not in the mood right now. I guess I still feel a little out of sorts. I wish you were here.”

“Are you ready for me to come home?”

Her eyes widen in hope. “Really?”

“I might be able to work something out.” Then I pause to consider a question. “Are you bored, or lonely?”

I watch her bite her lower lip and then slowly release it as she hesitates to answer. “Julianna?”

“I’m horny,” she whispers shyly. I lay my head back in my chair and mentally sigh. It’s about fucking time.

“Is that right?” I ask in a gravelly voice.

“Yeah,” she replies huskily.

“What do you want to do about it?

“I want you to come home and make love to me.” My dick swells immediately, and I shift myself behind my zipper.

“Mmm, you don’t sound like a woman who’s turned on and needy,” I tease.

Her pink tongue slips out as she licks her lips and grows bolder. “I’ve been dreaming about your thick cock between my legs.”

“Just between your legs?”

She reaches to her breast and begins to rub a small circle over her nipple, and I stifle a groan. “Uh-huh, maybe between my lips at first, so I can use my tongue to taste the very tip of your dick. I’d then swirl my tongue over your soft head as you swell, and then I’d lick your slit so I can swallow your pre-cum.”

I let out an exhale, hissing through my clenched teeth. I squeeze my hard length in the palm of my hand, trying to relieve the pressure building there, but it doesn’t work.

“And then after that?” I rasp.

“By then, my pussy would be soaking wet, and it’d have your name on it,” she whispers as she slips her hand into the front of her shorts.

“Oh, woman,” I growl, imagining myself sliding into her wet heat. “I’ll come home now, only on one condition.”

“Oh?”

“Take off your clothes,” I softly command.

“What? Now?” She removes her hand from her shorts, suddenly looking mortified, and I grin.

“You heard me. Now be a good girl, and do what I say.”

“Okaaay,” she whispers, looking around the room. “Hang on a second. Let me shut the office door.”

“No,” I quickly blurt out, and she freezes with a puzzled look on her face, her eyes big and round.

“But someone could walk by and see me,” she softly retorts.

“That’s half the fun, isn’t it? Wondering if you’re going to get caught in the act.” I arch a brow, challenging her, watching to see what she’ll do. “Do it,” I demand.

“Okay,” she whispers, and her submission makes me smile.