Page 150 of Make the Play

She whimpers. “Wanna ride you.”

“Soon,” I promise. “But right now, you’re gonna come for me. Gonna make those pretty thighs shake and let me hear what it sounds like when you fall apart saying my name.”

The moan she lets out isn’t pretty, it’s wrecked and raw and fucking perfect.

“I’m close,” she gasps. “Fuck, I’m—Chase—”

“Let go, baby,” I groan, stroking harder. “Be my good fucking girl andcomefor me.”

Her whole body tenses, her back arches, and her lips fall open as she crashes over the edge.

It undoes me, and I come with a strangled sound, hips jerking as I spill over my hand, eyes locked on her face through the screen.

We’re both breathing so hard that neither of us speaks, but she finally shifts the camera a little and tugs the sheet back up with a boneless groan.

“God,” she murmurs, blowing a stray hair off her face. “You’resofucking much.”

I grin, still wrecked. “You love it.”

She’s quiet for a beat, then murmurs barely audibly, “Wish you were here.”

I grin, and she must realize what she’s said, because her eyes widen slightly, like she’s just betrayed herself. I should let it go. I shouldnotmake it a thing, but I’m already leaning forward, voice low. “Say it again.”

“Chase—”

“Say it, Zo.”

Her gaze flickers. “I… I miss you. That’s all.”

It’s not all. It’severything.

“Wish I could hold you,” I say. “That part after… the quiet? It’s my favorite.”

She doesn’t answer right away, just stares at me through the screen, lying on her side, hair a mess, and expression unreadable.

“You’re dangerously good at that,” she whispers.

“At what?”

“Making me forget why I’m supposed to keep my distance.”

My throat goes dry. “Stop trying.”

Her lips twitch like she’s trying not to smile. “Yes,sir.”

I groan. “Don’t start with that unless you want me on a planetonight.”

There’s a pause, and her smile fades just slightly. I can feel the shift through the screen. That stretch of quiet where we’re both too aware of how far apart we are. How much we want to be together.

Then she says it again, softer this time. Realer.

“I do wish you were here, though.”

I nod, voice rough. “Yeah. Me too.”

We just sit there for a second, looking at each other across the distance, my hotel room dim and cold, her warm in my bed back home, still glowing from the aftershocks.

I want to say it. God, it’s right there. Three fucking words.

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