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I ignored it completely.
“Don’t you dare stop,” Tess breathed, and she didn’t, and neither did I.
The phone rang out. Then it rang again. Tess laughed, breathless, and leaned over without breaking rhythm and switched it to silent. Then she sat up straight on top of me, rolling her hips in slow circles, her curls falling over her shoulders, and I gripped her thighs and watched her face.
“God, Ben. Look at you.”
“Look at you.”
She rode me harder. I sat up and wrapped my arms around her and kissed her breasts, and she held my head there and moaned. Then I flipped her onto her back and she wrapped her legs round me and pulled me deeper, and we stopped talking altogether.
She came first, digging her nails into my back. I followed seconds later, her name muffled against her neck.
We lay there sweaty and stunned. She picked up the phone. Eleven missed calls. One text: “WHY ARE YOU NOT ANSWERING. Do you have the number for that plumber Dad used?? My boiler’s broken.”
Tess laughed so hard she cried.
“Text her back,” she said. “Tell her you were busy.”
“Busy with what?”
She rolled on top of me and kissed my chest. “Plumbing,” she said, and reached for another condom.
Ending 7 of 16: Do Not Disturb. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.