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“Describe them to me,” his voice deepens further, decadence teasing my ear.

I almost let myself fall victim to his spell he’s quickly casting…when it hits me. “Keaton, I am not having phone sex with you!”

“We’re on the phone together, and I’m stroking my dick right now, so yeah, that’s exactly what you’re doing.” I hear him groan and the sound’s so feral, it causes a warm, wet reaction between my legs. I can’t stop my eyes from closing, picturing his big, strong hand wrapped around his hard cock, moving all the way up and back down his rigid length.

A muscle in my pussy spasms and my belly clenches—and then he husks in my ear, shattering my images. “Do you want me to come over, baby? I’ll go slow, take such good care of you,” he promises in silky sin.

I sit up straight, turning off everything he just turned on.

“No.” I still sound seductive, so I clear my throat. “Absolutely not. Way too fast, Keaton. Too much. I’m not ready for—”

“Okay, okay,” his voice instantly deflates. “I’m sorry. I just, damn Hen, I feel like I’m so close to finally having you as mine, it’s driving me mad waiting. But I will, for as long as it takes.”

“You’re such a man,” I grumble. “And I swear to God, Keaton, if you send me a dick pic, I’m blocking you.”

He starts to laugh, enjoying my discomfort way too much. “I swear, no pic,” he cuts out between dissolving chuckles. “However, you should absolutely feel free to send me a pic of your hard little nipples if you want. And not through the shirt, woman. Full frontal, please.”

“I’m hanging up now.”

“No, don’t. I'll stop. Tell me something else. Anything.”

I talk to him about my concerns over Bourbon and without hesitation, he offers to come over in the morning and help me take him to the vet.

I accept and then say goodnight.

Falling into a dream of…the phone sex that could’ve been.

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