“Every minute that passes is a minute closer to seeing you again. You’ll be home soon, sweet boy.”
I heard a buzzing noise in the background on the other end and Caleb sighed. “I have to run—the driver’s here. But, Emma doll, tonight when I’m finished with work, I promise to give you the best video phone sex you’ve ever had.”
“It’s a date.”
“And right now? I want you to touch yourself and think of me fucking you. Can you do that? Don’t get out of bed until you’ve come. Promise?” His voice dropped, and a corresponding molten heat surged between my legs.
I grinned and moaned a little. He was such a tease.
“Promise.”
----
T he days without him passed quickly. Each night Caleb called and we’d talk for an hour, then his purring, buzzy voice would direct me to do nasty things with my fingers and vibrator. But I was missing him. His laughter, his wit, and yes, his body.
Thank goodness he was coming home soon. Still, I wanted to get as much done as possible in his absence so I could enjoy him for a couple of days. We’d planned to get away to his family’s lake house near the Ocala National Forest, a private estate that included a natural spring where we could swim naked. I couldn’t wait, even though I suspected I’d look more like a sea cow than a mermaid.
After a breakfast of fresh-squeezed juice, two eggs, an English muffin, and a slice of cantaloupe, I threw on my favorite black jersey maternity dress, some sensible ballet flats, and a pair of oversized red sunglasses.
My phone buzzed right when I was about to step in the elevator.
Emma darling, how is your morning? I miss you. Feeling okay?
I smiled and returned the text.
Hey, babe. I’m on my way to the bookstore. Feeling great, the baby is kicking like crazy. How’s São Paulo? I miss you, too.
Caleb quickly texted a photo of the building, telling me the party was in less than eight hours and he was doing some work in his hotel room.
Wish I was there with you. I love you. I took a selfie and sent it to him.
Beautiful as ever. I’ll call you later. I love you, Emma doll.
Whenever he texted me, emailed, or called, I still got a little charge. Even after three years together. That reminded me; our anniversary of the night we’d met at Story Brothel was coming up. I wanted to buy him a gift. But what?
I pondered this while I drove to my bookstore, which was only five blocks away. I had so many stops to make today I didn’t have time to walk. Or, in my case, waddle.
Gina, the store’s new manager, was already there when I arrived. And so was my brother-in-law. I rolled my eyes. Colin was dressed in one of his expensive tailored suits, leaning over the counter and grinning at Gina with familiar predatory eyes.
“Hey,” I said dismissively. “I didn’t know you two knew each other.”
“We met at your New Year’s Eve party. Don’t you remember?” Gina asked.
I shrugged, stuffing my purse in a drawer. For some reason, I thought Colin had brought another woman to our party. I hadn’t kept track. The TV reporter, perhaps?
The urge to say something snarky about Colin’s never-ending parade of women was on the tip of my tongue, but I liked Gina a lot, so I didn’t. Later, maybe I’d tell her about his inability to commit. Or maybe I wouldn’t because it was none of my damn business. Still, I wanted her to stay with the store and didn’t need any tension between us when my brother-in-law inevitably ghosted her.
“Oh, right, I do remember you two dancing on the terrace.” I patted my stomach.
“Yes, Gina was showing me how to salsa. She’s quite rhythmic. And those cake pops of hers…” Colin grinned lustily. I could fully understand why he’d be smitten with her; Gina was gorgeous and fun. She had wavy, honey-blonde hair, wore dark-rimmed glasses, and had a curvy body. Gina was also bright, witty, and wrote for a popular feminist website.
So why would she want anything to do with Colin? I
I heard a buzzing noise in the background on the other end and Caleb sighed. “I have to run—the driver’s here. But, Emma doll, tonight when I’m finished with work, I promise to give you the best video phone sex you’ve ever had.”
“It’s a date.”
“And right now? I want you to touch yourself and think of me fucking you. Can you do that? Don’t get out of bed until you’ve come. Promise?” His voice dropped, and a corresponding molten heat surged between my legs.
I grinned and moaned a little. He was such a tease.
“Promise.”
----
T he days without him passed quickly. Each night Caleb called and we’d talk for an hour, then his purring, buzzy voice would direct me to do nasty things with my fingers and vibrator. But I was missing him. His laughter, his wit, and yes, his body.
Thank goodness he was coming home soon. Still, I wanted to get as much done as possible in his absence so I could enjoy him for a couple of days. We’d planned to get away to his family’s lake house near the Ocala National Forest, a private estate that included a natural spring where we could swim naked. I couldn’t wait, even though I suspected I’d look more like a sea cow than a mermaid.
After a breakfast of fresh-squeezed juice, two eggs, an English muffin, and a slice of cantaloupe, I threw on my favorite black jersey maternity dress, some sensible ballet flats, and a pair of oversized red sunglasses.
My phone buzzed right when I was about to step in the elevator.
Emma darling, how is your morning? I miss you. Feeling okay?
I smiled and returned the text.
Hey, babe. I’m on my way to the bookstore. Feeling great, the baby is kicking like crazy. How’s São Paulo? I miss you, too.
Caleb quickly texted a photo of the building, telling me the party was in less than eight hours and he was doing some work in his hotel room.
Wish I was there with you. I love you. I took a selfie and sent it to him.
Beautiful as ever. I’ll call you later. I love you, Emma doll.
Whenever he texted me, emailed, or called, I still got a little charge. Even after three years together. That reminded me; our anniversary of the night we’d met at Story Brothel was coming up. I wanted to buy him a gift. But what?
I pondered this while I drove to my bookstore, which was only five blocks away. I had so many stops to make today I didn’t have time to walk. Or, in my case, waddle.
Gina, the store’s new manager, was already there when I arrived. And so was my brother-in-law. I rolled my eyes. Colin was dressed in one of his expensive tailored suits, leaning over the counter and grinning at Gina with familiar predatory eyes.
“Hey,” I said dismissively. “I didn’t know you two knew each other.”
“We met at your New Year’s Eve party. Don’t you remember?” Gina asked.
I shrugged, stuffing my purse in a drawer. For some reason, I thought Colin had brought another woman to our party. I hadn’t kept track. The TV reporter, perhaps?
The urge to say something snarky about Colin’s never-ending parade of women was on the tip of my tongue, but I liked Gina a lot, so I didn’t. Later, maybe I’d tell her about his inability to commit. Or maybe I wouldn’t because it was none of my damn business. Still, I wanted her to stay with the store and didn’t need any tension between us when my brother-in-law inevitably ghosted her.
“Oh, right, I do remember you two dancing on the terrace.” I patted my stomach.
“Yes, Gina was showing me how to salsa. She’s quite rhythmic. And those cake pops of hers…” Colin grinned lustily. I could fully understand why he’d be smitten with her; Gina was gorgeous and fun. She had wavy, honey-blonde hair, wore dark-rimmed glasses, and had a curvy body. Gina was also bright, witty, and wrote for a popular feminist website.
So why would she want anything to do with Colin? I
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