Erin fished the phone out of her pocket and quickly silenced it. Luca. She’d already set his usual ring tone, but maybe she should change it. She’d been avoiding him for a few days now, which she knew was shitty. But she wasn’t sure what she wanted to do about him, so she wouldn’t know what to say if she did pick up. She’d decided to back off a bit, but how far was a bit? He was only allowed over once a week? Twice a month? Less than that? There’d never been any limits on their arrangement other than discretion. Her chest squeezed painfully at the thought of cutting things off entirely, and even that wasn’t a good sign. It didn’t help in the least that her body craved him like a drug. She’d practically worn out her vibrator in the last three days, and as much as she’d tried to avoid fantasizing about him while she’d brought herself to orgasm, she’d kept imagining his mouth on hers, his hands on her skin, his cock shoving deep inside her soaking pussy. Forcing herself not to return his call or send a text message, she shoved the phone back in her pocket.
