Page 89 of The Wiener Across the Way

“You were supposed to try and get some rest.” His chastising tone was a little too sexy. “Can’t sleep again?”

“I’m wide awake.” Even more so now that he’d called. I always slept best in his arms. Not so much in a lonely hotel room without him.

He chuckled. “I am too.”

I really wished he was here so we could be wide awake together.

“I had a feeling this might happen, and I’ve been thinking about a bedtime story for you. I know what will help you relax.”

Did I detect a hint of naughtiness in that suggestion? Or was that just wishful thinking?

“Do you now?” I decided this would be a good time to go crawl into bed. I got under the big, fluffy duvet and snuggled into my pillow. I mentally crossed my fingers that he was going where I hoped he was. “And what’s that?”

“You tell me if this isn’t what you want, or if I’m going too far, okay?”

No matter how many times he did this, a consent convo was always sexy with him. “Okay.”

“Anytime, I mean it. You can say stop and I will.”

This man held my heart so hard.

I doubted I was going to ever tell him to stop, not for the rest of our lives. “I want whatever it is you’re about to say, Declan.”

He made a low, sexy humming sound. “Then tell me what you’re wearing.”

He was going to go there. I felt like I should say I was in some kind of sexy lingerie, but with him, I didn’t feel like I had to lie. “A long t-shirt.”

“Panties?”

Ones that were starting to get a little damp. “Yes.”

“Take them off.”

Oh. He was really, really going there. And I wasn’t lying even a little bit when I said I wanted him to. “I set the phone on my pillow, reached under the covers, and yanked off my undies, then tossed them aside. I’d have to pick them up in the morning before the underpants thief known as Wiener the Pooh got a hold of them. But even if she did, I had a feeling this was going to be worth it.

“Are they off?” His pitch had gone lower and rumbly.

“Yes.” Mine had gone breathy and soft.

“Good girl.” Boom. My brain exploded. “The next time I see you, I don’t want you to be wearing any.”

Double boom. Other places south of my brain were going to explode too if he kept this up.

That tickle that had been floating around my belly took an express straight shot between my legs. Did I like being called a good girl? Yes. Yes, I did. Those two little words went straight to the pleasure centers of my brain. They were the holy grail of smut talk in all the romances I read. Especially the ones I read out loud to him.

“I won’t, if you don’t.”

“Deal.” He agreed to that awfully fast. I was holding him to that. Commando was going to look good on him. Except in football pants. He needed to keep his family jewels protected on that field. I had plans for them. “Now take the t-shirt off too.”

“Are you going to get naked as well?”

“I already am. I have been since well before I called you. Now take off the t-shirt, Kelsey.”

I was so caught up in this little game, like a really good song that swept you away. A really good stripper lap dance kind of song.

I slid out of the t-shirt, and where I expected cool sheets to caress my body, there were none. My body heat was on the rise, and I’d turned my bed into a furnace. Or rather, Declan Kingman had.

“Tell me what kind of foreplay you want, sweetheart. What’s going to turn you on tonight?”

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