"I don't know... where to start."
"Well, something like this, maybe." His voice fades for a moment and then comes back, "I'm laying with my back against the wall. I have you on speakerphone, so I can look at that picture you sent while I touch myself. I've still got my jeans on. All I can think about it coming through your door, pulling that black suit off your body, slipping my hand between your legs--"
Samantha's heart made a pitter-pattering sound against the inside of her chest as she heard him speak.
Jack and she have never really spoken about sex. She'd also never had phone sex, despite what her earlier message might have implied. It had always thought that it would be awkward. Hearing it all laid out so explicitly. It wasn't.