Page 111 of Crazy Love

“She’s convinced she’s going to be a ballerina.”

He chuckles and the sound skitters over my skin like he’s sitting right here. “She probably will be. She doesn’t do anything halfway.”

“Kind of like someone else I know.”

He points at me.

I point back at him.

He grins. “I miss you,” he says. “Miss my bed.” His voice drops lower. “Miss you in it.”

I can hear the heat in his tone.

“I miss you too,” I admit.

“I love it when you wear that tank top.” He pulls the phone closer. “I can see your nipples so well in that one.”

I bite back my smile.

“Let me see what you’re wearing under that blanket.”

I let the blanket slide down, exposing my bare legs. “You already know what I’m wearing.”

“Because I’m not there to take them off.”

He grins when he sees my black lacy underwear.

“Goddamn,” he whispers. “You know what those do to me.”

“Yes, I do.” My cheeks hurt from smiling so hard.

“Take them off.”

My pulse pounds between my legs.

Slowly, I slip them off and toss them aside.

“Touch yourself,” he says, his voice strained.

I exhale when I do.

“Are you wet?” he asks.

“Yes,” I whisper. I bite my lip and a sharp gasp slips out when my fingers move faster.

He lets out a low, dark sound.

“Fuck, Addy. You’re so beautiful. I wish I was there. Wish I could feel you. I’m pretending my hand is your mouth working me over.”

“Penn,” I cry out. My hips arch slightly off the bed.

“You’re close, aren’t you?”

I breathe into the phone, my hand moving faster.

“So close.”

“Let go,” he says, his voice rough. “Let me see you.”

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