“I’m lying in bed in a nightgown, with nothing underneath.”
“Give me a sec,” and Kate waited, hearing Simon rush up the stairs, presumably ripping his clothes off on the way to his bedroom. Which, she realized, she had yet to see.
“I’m back.”
“I don’t care if you’re back. Are you, um, hard?”
“Shit. I am now.”
“Naked?”
“With the shades down.”
“Oh, you naughty boy.”
“Shit, Kate, don’t tease.”
She ignored that. They put each other on speaker.
“I’m naked now and lying in the middle of the bed. Do you want to know what I’m doing?”
“I want to see what you’re doing, but I guess telling will have to do.”
“I’m running my fingers up and down my pussy. I’ve gotten very wet. You’ve gotten me very wet, you bad boy.”
“Stop. You’re going to make me explode.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Good God no.”
“Are you…sure you don’t want me to stop?”
“Jesus, Kate, don’t toy with me.”
“Are you using the Lord’s name in vain?”