Page 52 of Breakaway

“We won,” he said.

She laughed. “I know. I watched it on TV.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Congratulations.”

“Thanks.” He grinned and relaxed. “Feels pretty good.”

“I guess so. See, I told you you’d do it.”

“You did.”

Again they talked for nearly an hour.

“I wish you were here,” he said and then he couldn’t believe the words had popped out of his mouth.

“I wish you were here,” she replied in a sexy voice. Hell. They were about eight hundred miles too far apart.

“Wanna have phone sex?”

A pause. “I’ve never done that.”

“Get outta here. Really?”

Another pause, slightly frosty-feeling. “And you do it all the time?”

He laughed. “Of course not, I was just kidding.” Sort of. “Okay, get ready.”

“You’re not serious.”

“Serious as a missed penalty shot.”

She giggled.

“Come on, Miss I Just Wanna Have Fun. Let loose. What are you wearing?”

She laughed again at the cheesy question.

“Um …flannel pj pants and a long sleeved T-shirt.”

“Mmm. Sexy. Take them off.”

“Jase.”

“Right here.”

“I can’t do this.”

“Why not?” Ah, hell. “Don’t tell me your sister is back again.”

“No! No, I’m alone. I just…”

“Just do it.” He put a hand over his fly, testing his erection. Yup, hard as a goal post. “I’m gonna. I’m unzipping my pants right now.”

He heard her breathless noise as he did what he was telling her.

“Okay,” she said in a throaty voice. “I’m taking my top off.”

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