7.

Phone


I miss you.

He sends the text and waits for a second, eyeing the three dots appear and disappear on his phone's screen. He's been in Chicago for three days now, and it's not that long, but it feels like a century every time he thinks about Donna. And to top it all, he still has to hang in there for four more days because the damned client is taking time to prepare the required documents they need to sign.

He sighs heavily at the thought, and the dots stop showing up.

A second later, a blurred video appears on the screen, followed by her answer.

You have no idea how much I do too.

He clicks on the download button, and feels his mind spiralling just like the circle in front of his eyes. Soon enough, he hits play and the visual in his phone makes him gasp.

It's her. And him. Them, together, on his bed, their moans and pants filling the silence of his hotel room.

He totally forgot about this, but from the angle of the camera, he can now sharply remember how he positioned her phone on his dresser before rejoining her in bed. He remembers the bet

they took, drunk, about which one of them would look hotter in action, before both of them forgot all about it the next day.

He sees his butt muscles flex repeatedly, thrusting vigorously into her core. He sees himself holding both of her hands and successfully locking them above her head. But most importantly, he sees her under him, all his, totally letting go with her legs wrapped around his middle and her vulnerable face expression, when she turns her head towards the camera while he has his face buried in the other side of her neck.

The sequence is short, barely thirty seconds long, but he plays it again and again, groaning to himself, and damn her, she must've edited it to tease him.

Losing his resolve, and knowing she's probably out for work by now, he palms himself, one thought on his mind, she surely has won the bet.

Thirty minutes later, properly settled on her desk, her phone rings.

I'm so gonna take care of you when I get back.