“I’m not going to stop,” John said. “Not until you collapse in a heap. I’m going to keep thrusting deep and hard until the room smells like sex. Until you cry out and—”

The explosion in her brain rocked her body with violent tremors as she fell over the edge. “Johnny,” she cried. The room was dark, but behind her eyelids, she saw stars. Victoria choked on a sob as her muscles shook under the pressure of her orgasm. His words, so filthy and so precise, made her come with such force. It took her several moments before she had the energy to pick up the phone. “Hello?” She spoke in a broken whisper.

“Hello, my dear.”

Lying naked in her bed and fully satiated, Victoria still missed the heat of John’s body. She was tired like he promised, but she wanted to wrap her legs around him and hold him close.

She sighed. “Thank you.”

“Of course. Do you think you can sleep now?”

“I’d sleep better with you,” Victoria admitted. She found it slightly easier to tell John the truth at times. Though she was used to keeping most of her feelings to herself, he pulled something out of her.

“I know I would too,” he said softly. “Can you wait for me tomorrow?”

“Maybe,” she said.

“If you need to touch yourself when you think about me, please do. But know that I’ll always be there to offer assistance...eventually.”

Victoria smiled in the darkness of her room as she curled up to her phone. “You will?”

“Always.”

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Twenty-Nine

“Are you being good for your uncle?” Jessi asked, peering from John’s laptop. Even while she was thousands of miles away, his sister still managed a convincing stern face. But it didn’t last long as she and Becca immediately engaged in a funny face competition. John sat behind Becca, glancing up from his paperwork, and occasionally crossed his eyes or stuck out his tongue.

Becca rolled her eyes. “I’m always good.”

“I’m having a tough time getting her out of bed and ready for school these days,” John said while sorting manila folders. He only had a few minutes before Victoria arrived to the library and he wanted to get his office looking halfway decent for a change. After he’d picked up Becca, he had brought her to the library for a chance to do her homework and talk to her mother at an appropriate hour.

Jessi was back to stern mom in an instant. “Why is that, Becca?”

John answered for her. “It’s because she doesn’t go to bed until two in the morning.”