“Seems like we’re playing phone tag, but I wanted to let you know that I received your email with the very detailed itinerary. I’ve synced my calendar with yours to make sure there are no issues with keeping our boy on schedule. However… I did see that you have reservations at The Mills House Hotel. Well, I have to say that I don’t approve. I thought both of my boys were going to stay here with me!”

My boys. Fisting my dick in my hand, I gave it a slippery tug. That shouldn’t be hot, but in my twisted brain, any sort of possession from Darcy triggered this kind of response.

“I have the garçonnière all set up for you. You’ve stayed there before, but I’ve had it remodeled since then, so hopefully, it will be up to the standards of the wunderkind architect of one of the fastest-growing firms in Chicago.”

She let out a deep, husky chuckle, and just the intimate sound of her laughter brought me close to the edge.

“That will always tickle me. My little Tommy on the cover of Architectural Digest. Hm. I guess both of you boys are all grown up now. Anyway, I hope you’ll go ahead and cancel those reservations after you hear this message. If you stayed in a hotel, it would make me very upset. And you don’t want to upset me, do you?”

No…never. I only want to please you.

“Any ol’ way, I look forward to seeing you tomorrow. It’s been so long. Until then, sweetie!”

I’ve missed you too. More than you could ever know.

I closed my eyes and imagined how she would respond if I told her how much I missed her — how much I fantasized about her and how dirty those fantasies were. Would she console me when I confessed my years-long crush? No…she’d probably laugh at me. Maybe she wouldn’t believe me until I explained in detail how much I wanted to bury my face between her legs. Or maybe she would shame me a little (or a lot) for being so obsessed with her. But then…maybe…she would make me beg. God, I wanted to beg for her. Beg for her kisses. For her touch. For her taste.

“Fuck…” My whimpering sounded so loud in the tiny bathroom, but it was hard to keep those sounds in when I thought about Darcy letting me worship her pussy or using my body to get herself off. My dick throbbed in my hand as I fucked my fist a little faster, imagining that I was doing it for Darcy — coming for Darcy.