Tracy
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My orgasm was right there, my hips were buckling and my breath shuddering out when my phone buzzed sharply on my bed.
Reaching for my phone. I groaned. Who the hell called at this time?
Mr Fredrinn’s name displayed on the screen.
My breath caught, my arousal evaporating leaving only curiosity.
My fingers shook, and I swiped the green icon and pressed it into my ears.
I tried to swallow the breathiness in my voice. “Hello.”
“I had been calling, you didn’t respond.”Fredrinn’s voice cut in, raspy, almost like he was half asleep and half awake.
It reverberated through me, and another heat pooled in my groin area. I pressed my things together, trying to calm the throbbing between them.
“Sorry,” I said, swallowing, my breath refusing to be steady. “I wasn’t with my phone.”
