Page 78 of His Addiction
Perhaps she could channel this extra energy into her riding and still see him when it suited.
That was the best dessert ever.
Send me a dirty pic, cherry lips.
She chewed the edge of her lip, considering it. No way would she give a guy that kind of leverage. But she didn’t want to stop. Not yet.
Climbing out of bed with a grin on her face, she padded out of the bedroom and headed straight to the whip, still propped up by the door where he’d left it.
Shannon’s core clenched as she stared at it, the memory almost too much to handle, but it was nothing compared to the intensity of having his eyes on her, and the way her muscles strained to obey.
She snapped a picture and sent it with a teasing message.
This is dirty. Want to keep it?
His reply was almost instant.
I’m hard again.
I would help you out, but I’m too far away.
Her phone buzzed, but this time it wasn’t another message—Jamie was calling. She answered in a rush, her heart skipping a beat.
“Are you still wearing my boxers?” His voice was low, thick with that husky edge that made her pulse slam in her throat.
Running her fingers beneath the elastic of the boxers, her smile was playful. “Maybe…”
The line fell silent, then Jamie’s voice came, the tone serious this time. “You good, though? After what happened earlier... With the whip?”
The question caught her off guard, but she appreciated the concern in his voice.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she murmured, trying to keep it light.
“You sure?” He pressed, his voice dipping lower. “What part did you enjoy more? The whip, or how you came for me after?”
Shannon went silent for a moment, her mind flashing back to each heated touch. She licked her lips, her voice a gentle whisper. “I loved all of it.”
Jamie’s breath came down the phone.
“Good girl,” he said, the approval in his voice unmistakable. “I’ll make sure you enjoy all of it next time, too. I want to hear you say my name again.”
“You want me to say your name?” she teased. “How about you earn it?”
The words slipped out before she could stop them, playful in the heat of the moment.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard.”
When he chuckled, she sensed the tension tighten on the other end of the line.
“I’ll be at your door in thirty minutes if you keep misbehaving.” His voice deepened, the invitation clear but layered with a challenge.
She didn’t know why, but the more he pushed, the more she wanted to give in. Was she weak?
Or was she just too drawn to him to fight this anymore? She’d never been the type to let anyone have control, but with Jamie, it was different.
“I start work at five in the morning. Not this time.” She hated the way her voice wavered, how she considered inviting him back.
