Page 22 of Hot for Her
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“Please what, pretty girl?”
“Please…” she hesitated. “I don’t know. I can’t think. Can’t make sentences.”
I chuckled proudly against her skin. “We can take a break if you need.”
Before she had a chance to answer, a loud ringing sound interrupted our moment. I recognized the tune—the generic iPhone ring.
It would ring and ring, then stop. Then ring and ring again like it was angry.
I grumbled about being interrupted as I reached for my phone on the nightstand. I was prepared to tell whoever it was calling over and over that it better be a life and death situation. But when I checked my notifications, there weren’t any missed calls.
It wasn’t mine.
