“Oooohhh... fuck, baby. Yeah, ride me harder... harder...”

Missy gripped the phone tighter in one hand as Sam Kentley’s deep voice rumbled in her ear. She rubbed her clit furiously with the middle finger of her other hand. “Mmmm... feels so good. Give it to me...” Her voice trailed away on a moan.

“Oh, I’m gonna give it to you so hard,” Sam rasped.

“Oohhh... I can’t hold back,” she squealed. She squeezed her inner muscles and pleasure threatened to crash through her body with the force of a runaway train. First time I’ve ever come this fast. Damn, it’s good...

Sam breathed heavy into the phone. “Oh shit,” he shouted. “I’m coming!”

“Me, too. Oh, oh—” A loud bang deflated her blossoming orgasm. What the hell? I was so close dammit! Someone had better be dying or the apartment complex on fire to interrupt what she’d been looking forward to all afternoon.

“Hold on, Sam.” Sighing, she squeezed her legs together, pussy throbbing at being denied release.

“What do you mean, hold on?” His strangled voice made her wince in envy. “Unnnhhhh... .”

No mistaking that sound. Well, at least one of us finished. Missy sighed and flopped back onto the pillow on her bed. Then she reached over to grab her panties from where she’d tossed them on the bed.

“Baby?” Sam panted.

Missy huffed out a breath, slipping her underwear on. “Yeah, I’m here.” Cradling the phone to her ear, she rolled off the bed and retrieved her bathrobe from the hook on the back of her door. She shrugged into the garment, flipped her hair out of the collar, and ran to the washroom.

“What the fuck, hon? Tell me you came with me,” he pleaded. “We’ve been looking forward to this for a while now.”

“Sorry,” she replied, washing her hands at the sink. No need to answer the door with pussy juice all over my fingers. The person at the door pounded louder, yelling this time.

Missy grimaced, and strode out of the bathroom and down the hall. Her sister, Miranda, had lousy timing. “I’m coming! I’m coming!” she yelled back.

“You were coming,” Sam griped. “What’s going on?”

“My sister is threatening to break down my door,” she growled.

“Fuck. Can’t you just ignore her?”

“I would if she wasn’t causing a scene. I’ll call you back, honey.”

“Babe, we’ve been planning this for over a week. I love the sound of your voice telling me what you’re going to do to me. You’re killing me here! My balls are turning blue. Don’t hang up on me.”

Her voice dropped to a whisper as she squinted through the peephole. “Oh, please. Your balls are not turning blue. I just heard you get off.”

“Sugar, come on...”

“Don’t sugar me.”

“You’re grumpy,” he said.

Of course I am! “And your point?”

“You wouldn’t be grumpy if—”

“Missy—I can hear you! Open the door,” Miranda called out.

A guttural sound, much like that of an angry grizzly bear, erupted from Missy’s throat.

“Baby, let me get rid of her, and I’ll call you back.”

He heaved a breath. “Fine, but text me first. I’m going out with a friend for a bit tonight, but I promise you—when I get home, I’m all yours again.”

Missy smiled at Sam’s offer, even though disappointment settled into her gut. She’d taken the afternoon off of work to celebrate her birthday with Sam this way. Not how she’d expected things to go down. Although, technically no one’s really going down on anyone. She stuck her tongue out for the hell of it. Semantics. “Sounds good. Kisses.”

“Back atcha, babe.”

Missy ended the call as her sister knocked again. “Missy, open up already!”

Irritation bubbled in Missy’s veins. She closed her eyes and counted to ten, squashing the urge to murder her flesh and blood.

As she swung the door open, her sister flounced into her apartment. “Where the fuck have you been?” Miranda asked by way of a greeting. “I’ve been trying to get a hold of you all day! No answer at work or at home, so I had to come over.”

Missy tightened the sash on her robe. “I’ve been busy,” she retorted. “What is so goddamned important you have to bust down my door?”

Miranda faced her sister and waved a hand in front of her face. “Uh, hello? It’s your birthday, remember? The big three-0?” She eyed Missy, one eyebrow inching upward. “Why are you in a robe at this time of day?”

“Shower.”

“Your hair’s not wet.”

“Maybe I didn’t need to wash it.” Missy crossed her arms over her chest, hoping to convince Miranda. Siblings could always spot a lie. Doesn’t mean you don’t try.

“Sure.” Miranda rested her hands on her hips. “Sexting again?”

Missy glared.

Miranda’s gaze zeroed in on the phone in her hand. “Oh wait. You’ve upgraded to phone sex. Congratulations. Real sex is better, you know. Why don’t the two of you just go for it?”

“This works for me right now.” She gestured at Miranda. “Besides, like you should talk. It’s not exactly like you’re shaking the sheets with that guy from work you’re always bragging about.”

“Dan still needs to prove to me why he’s special. You and this Stan guy—”

“Sam,” Missy interjected.

“—have to get over your insecurities and meet already, to see if there’s any real chemistry.”

“Why fix what isn’t broken? Besides, why should I be in a hurry to unwrap the package when the sound of his voice does it for me? Deep, velvety... very growly when he’s about to—”

Miranda put her hands over her ears. “Ew. TMI.” Then she shook her head and lowered her arms. “I don’t understand why you won’t meet in person. Maybe have some hot, sweaty, real sex.”