Indulgent Pleasures (28 page)

“I’m touching myself,” he admitted, practically growled. “Fuck, I’m so hard I could come right now.”

She imagined Justin with his fingers wrapped tight around his cock, stroking himself into oblivion. She shifted her legs, felt the moisture gather there and she slipped her hand beneath the waistband of her sweats. Her fingers dipped under her panties and she moaned into the phone at first contact with her wet and swollen flesh.

“Are you wet, Stephanie? Are you wet for me?” Justin asked after she didn’t say anything.

“Yes,” she whispered, sliding two fingers between her pussy lips. She was drenched, her cream coated her fingers and she circled her clit once, twice before sliding her fingers deep inside her pussy.

“If we were together, I’d bury my head between your legs and lick you. Taste you with my lips, fuck you with my tongue. Slip my fingers inside you while I sucked your clit. I’d make you come so hard you’d see stars.”

She was ready to come right now at his words. He was so good with his hands, with his mouth and she could only imagine the pleasure he would bring her, had always brought her.

Her hand was nowhere near as good as Justin’s but right now it would be close enough.

“Fuck yourself with your fingers, Stephanie. I want to imagine you touching yourself, giving yourself an orgasm.”

His words coaxed her and her fingers moved faster, her breaths coming shorter. Justin’s breathing accelerated, little groans sounding over the line and she whispered his name into the phone, wanting him to know how much he meant to her.

“Oh God,” she moaned and he growled in reply.

“I’m gonna come, Stephanie.”

“Yes,” she encouraged, her voice a thready whisper, her index finger circling her clit over and over. She was close too, so close and she rubbed harder, ready for it, ready for her orgasm to take over.

“Ah, Jesus.” He came, she could hear it in his voice, the wheezing whimper that escaped past his lips and she fell apart.

Just knowing he was in his hotel room, his cock in hand, semen squirting onto his flat stomach made her come with a ferociousness she normally didn’t experience when alone. Her pussy clenched rhythmically again and again, her entire body trembling and when it was over, she closed her eyes, slumping against the pillows.

Her eyes opened and she stared up at the ceiling, absorbing his words. She felt the exact same way. Her body ached for him as well as her mind.

He laughed, the sound reaching across the phone lines, across the country and touching her, making her warm. “Baby, I don’t regret what just happened, trust me. It was well worth the lack of sleep.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

“Phone sex is always hot. Good work.” Zoe smiled at Stephanie when she glanced up from her gigantic flat panel monitor. It was about the size of Stephanie’s TV at home. “Your last article was perfect.”

“Thank you.” Stephanie paced Zoe’s office, glancing at the pictures on the wall. She’d never really noticed them before. “Are you sure I’m ending it right?”

“Well, yeah, you state you’re willing to work on a long term relationship with your perfect man and the two of you plan on riding into the sunset toward your happily ever after. Your readers will eat it up with a giant fucking spoon.”

She’d planned on writing the article about the night Justin had tied her up but it had felt too personal, too intimate.

After they’d engaged in the quickie phone sex session, she’d been struck with a flash of inspiration. It was light and easy, didn’t feel too personal when she didn’t focus on what exactly was discussed between them and the story had flowed effortlessly from her fingertips. She’d stayed up for well over an hour, her fingers flying over the keyboard, her mind humming with the rhythm of the story.

Thank goodness, Zoe liked it. Now she was finally done, finished with her obligations. Caleb could take the column and run with it. Make it as dirty as he wanted to, the sick bastard.

“Caleb’s excited to take the column over,” Zoe said as if she could read Stephanie’s mind.

“I’m sure,” Stephanie replied drolly, stopping in the center of the room to turn and look at Zoe. “He’s going to do a wonderful job.”

“I hope.” Something odd flickered in Zoe’s eyes and Stephanie’s brows drew together in curiosity. Her boss hadn’t acted normal for days. She wondered what was wrong.

“So, um, Zoe, I was wondering if I could take Friday off? Would that be a problem?” Justin had already assumed she would have Friday off and booked her flight to leave extra early that morning.

Zoe nodded, her gaze flickering back to her monitor. “Sure, go for it though that’s your last day with me. You deserve some time off.” She paused, her gaze once again meeting Stephanie’s. “I’ll miss you Steph, when you go back to the home and style department. I hope it’s the right choice for you.”

“Uh, I’ll miss you too, Zoe.” She meant it. Yes, Zoe had driven her crazy numerous times but lately, they’d gotten along. Even though she was a little over the top, Stephanie genuinely liked her almost-former boss.

“You did good work. I admit I’m sad you’re not staying with me and I rarely feel that way when I lose someone from my staff. I think you’re a wonderful, talented writer.”

“Uh huh. You know, you’ve never told me what he does.” Zoe tapped the tip of her index finger against her pursed lips. Her gaze was sharp, her posture appeared as if she was ready to pounce and every little hair on Stephanie’s neck prickled.

“Um.” Her brain scrambled. Shit. She’d never thought Zoe or anyone would care enough to ask. “He’s a sales rep. A pharmaceutical rep.”

Zoe cocked a brow, disbelief clearly showing on her face.

Why would she react like that?

“Oh, really?” She drew her words out, shaking her head slowly and her lion’s mane of hair drifted back and forth across her shoulders. “So Mister Passionate Lover Who Rocks Your World is a pill pusher?”

“Um, yes.” Stephanie nodded, ignoring Zoe’s strange looks. Why she wouldn’t believe her, she really didn’t know. She didn’t
want
to know. “He’s very good at what he does.”

“I’m sure.” Zoe actually laughed, the sound echoing in the close confines of her office. “Are you going to see him this weekend? Your perfect, can’t do wrong boyfriend?”

“Yes I am,” Stephanie admitted reluctantly.

“Well you two have oodles of fun. Don’t get in too much trouble.” Zoe waggled her fingers at Stephanie and then turned her attention back to her monitor, a clear dismissal.

Stephanie sighed and left the office, confusion clouding her brain. It made her question Zoe’s behavior, the way her boss had talked to her.

What the hell was that woman up to? And why did it seem as if she didn’t believe a word Stephanie said? It made no sense.

And right now, Stephanie couldn’t work up the proper amount of worrying to really care what Zoe thought. Already Zoe was a long lost memory, just like that. She was too focused on Justin.

And what he would do to her when she got to New York.

* * *

“You’ll be so proud. I got the scoop!” Zoe clapped her hands together and let forth a cackling laugh. She was so pleased she could hardly contain herself.

“Scoop on what?” Caleb glared at her, clearly irritated.

She’d called him into her office after talking to Stephanie and she noticed he didn’t turn the lock when she’d asked him to close the door.

“Because I asked what she was up to. Then I questioned her on what he did for a living and she said he was a pharmaceutical sales rep. Isn’t that hilarious?” When he didn’t laugh or respond Zoe plowed on. “She’s going to visit him wherever he is, said he’s traveling all the time and she doesn’t get to see him very often.”

“Big deal. She really didn’t tell you anything.” Caleb appeared ready to stand but Zoe pinned him with a look.

A look that said,
don’t move motherfucker.
She’d worked on that look for a long ass time and had used it quite a few times on random employees for years.

“I did a little research after she left my office. Justin Hawkins is in New York right now following a game. And I’ll bet you anything that our Stephanie is headed to New York this Friday morning.”

Caleb settled back in his chair, interest now written all over his face. “Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack.” Zoe nodded. “I can work out a budget and fly us to New York for the weekend on
City’s
dime. What do you think?”

“Hell yeah, I’m interested. But how do we know where they are?”

“I have connections.” She had lots of connections, resources she could contact and ask. People who knew the names of hotels where rich and famous sports figures stayed while they were in town working.

“Fuck yeah, I’m pleased. If we can snap a couple of photos of them together, that’ll make the article even better.” Caleb stretched to his full height, rubbing his hands together. “You’re brilliant, sweetheart.”

Zoe preened at his words. She knew Caleb would want to do something like this and once she’d gotten the information from Stephanie, the wheels inside her brain had started churning overtime.

“She turned in her last article. Some great stuff with quotes and everything.”

“Quotes?”

“She wrote about them having phone sex. And she quoted a few things he said.” Zoe shook her head. “Justin Hawkins sounds like he’s up for anything. Not a surprise, though. The guy probably got more pussy than anyone else on the Miners.”

Caleb folded his arms in front of him. “I get a lot of pussy myself, I hope you know.”

“Oh I know, lover,” Zoe purred as she stood. She rested a hand on his bare forearm, her fingers stroking his warm skin. “But let’s be honest, you’re nowhere in the league of The Hawk.”

His face actually turned red. She realized instantly her mistake. “You’d rather fuck that asshole then? Fine, have at it. Too bad he’s blinded by Stephanie, though I have no clue why.”

“I never said I wanted to fuck him.” Zoe had wanted to fuck him years ago, when he’d been an up and coming star and so drop dead handsome her panties had become saturated every time she saw him.

But that was a long time ago. She’d moved on. She always moved on.

“You didn’t have to say it.” Caleb’s mouth tightened.

“I don’t want to fuck him because I already have you.” She stood on tiptoe, pressing her mouth to his, her lips lingering. He barely responded. “I’d much rather fuck you.”

“Really?”

“Oh yes.” She wrapped her arms around him and snuggled close. She was so fucking pitiful, always ready to fuck him, even in the middle of the day in her office.

Just knowing someone could walk in at any minute heightened the situation. She wanted him and his cock inside her this very instant.

“You want me to fuck you now?” His brows rose and he shook his head. “You’re crazy, Zoe. You want me to lock the door?”

“No.” She shook her head and a naughty smile curved her lips. “I want you to fuck me and I don’t want the door locked. Stick it in me and make me come all over my desk. Can you do that, Caleb?”

Growling he grabbed her around the waist and jerked her skirt up, exposing her lower body to his gaze. He smiled and shook his head.