Sexting

Catherine’s POV

“Hi, baby,” Alessandro's husky baritone wafted into my ears, as I placed my phone on speaker mode.

I was currently lying on our bed, donning one of his favourite shirts, a shirt I had gotten him as a wedding present, with thongs.

My husband was currently on a business trip in Texas. He had been gone for five days now and was due to return in three days, and to say I missed him was pure understatement.

Waking up to his side of the bed getting colder as the days flew by stirred a pit of misery within me.

It felt like I could barely function without him, as I was also on a work leave currently.

“Hi,” I responded. “How was your day?”

“It was good, yours?” He asked. “Have you eaten yet? Did the twins behave well? Do they miss me? Do you miss me?”

Smiling, I nodded even though he couldn't see me. “Yes to all your questions. I miss you babe.”

“Yeah?” His voice dropped to a dangerously low octave that turned me on in one second.

“Yes,” I forced out, placing my phone beside me