Page 17 of Better Left Unsaid

Maria:You’re beautiful.

Maria:I mean handsome.

Dominic:I don’t mind being referred to as beautiful.

Dominic:What are you wearing right now?

Maria:My pajamas. The least sexy thing in the world.

Dominic:So matching shirt and shorts.

Maria:You got it.

Dominic:What’s scary is how well I know you.

Maria:I think it’s sweet.

Dominic:No, what’s sweet is the way your arousal tastes.

Maria:I wish I could say the same thing about yours, but it’s more salty.

Dominic:I don’t know about you, but I’m extremely turned on at the moment.

Maria:Can I tell you something?

Dominic:You know you can.

Maria:I think your cock deserves a medal.

Dominic:My ego is being inflated.

Maria:Honestly, though. If I were to think about all the men I’ve been with and their cocks, yours is the hottest.

Maria:Just musings from my brain.

Dominic:Your musings are making me have a hard-on.

Maria:Sweet dreams?

Dominic:Not fair, Maria.

Maria:What do you propose I do to make it fair?

Dominic:Answer your phone.

My phone wasn’t. . . .

I stood corrected when my phone rang with a video call, and I went to answer it. Only, I didn’t. A text notification popped up on the top, and I couldn’t help but laugh, curling my toes in the sheet as I thought about how devious I was being.

Dominic:Answer your damn phone!

I didn’t make him wait any longer, moving to answer it. I tried—and failed miserably—to stop laughing. Even if laughter didn’t creep out, my eyes were filled with tears from trying to hold back, and my lips were smushed together so I didn’t outwardly laugh. Everything about my expression was a dead giveaway.

“You find this funny, don’t you?” he asked, holding the phone above him as he leaned back on his pillow, his hair damp like he just got out of a shower, and his face freshly shaved. Really, I was just trying to distract myself from his abs, which were on full display as he was without a shirt.

I nodded, smacking my lips and widening my eyes as I adjusted the phone so I was in the same position as him. It was much more comfortable than sitting up the way I had been doing. “You know me. I can’t tell a lie to save my life.”

“You’re not wrong,” he agreed. “Now about that proposal I had. . . do you remember when I was away for that shoot and we were both desperate and needy?”

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