“Are you at work already?” I ask, having a brilliant idea of swinging by her place for a quickie.
“Yeah, I’m sitting in my office.”
There goes that plan then.
“Is the door closed?” I ask, a rather nice image of Abi taking care of herself in her chair and describing it to me in vivid detail flashing through my mind.
“Cade . . .” she warns, but her tone is not cutting. There’s a vein of amusement and a raspy undertone running through it.
I chuckle. “Okay, okay. I’ll behave.”
“Good, because after last night’s efforts, I can still feel where you’ve been and that’s had me at level five all day. You instigating phone sex in my office when I can’t do anything about it for eight hours is just cruel.”
My mouth goes dry, and my groin tightens. “You can still feel me?” I ask gruffly, thinking phone sex is another fucking fantastic idea as I scan for the next exit.
“Cade, my vagina has had more of a workout in the past week than it’s had in the ten months between visits.”
That grabs my attention. “Ten months?”
“Shit,” she mutters. “Forget I said that.”
“There’s no way I’m letting you out of this one. Are you saying you didn’t sleep with anyone else after me?” Why the hell do I like that so. fucking. much?
“I was busy! Doesn’t mean I didn’t give my toy chest a good workout.”
“Yes. The toy chest. Guess what just got scratched onto our to-do list?”
“You mean the to-do-me-with list?” she says with a giggle.