Page 34 of Overtime
He gives me a look that tells me he knows the answer.
“Fine. Probably. But you’re here.”
“So tell him yes.”
“Uh, I don’t think so.” I give Colt a brief look and return to packing the final few camera items back into my bag.
“Not in the mood?”
“I mean it’s not that, it’s just that…” I’m trying to figure out how to answer without admitting I want Colt too much to focus on anyone else right now.
“Because I’m in the mood to watch you.”
“Watch me?” I ask, confused. “Watch me have phone sex?”
“Yes. I want to know what turns you on these days. I need that top roster spot once you’re back on the road.”
My stupid heart flutters in my chest, but I tamp it down and sit back on the bed, looking up at him. And suddenly I have an idea.
“So… Pretend we’re having phone sex…” I smirk up at him. “Hello?”
He frowns for a moment, but then it morphs. Colt gives me a flash of that panty-dropping smile he always uses, and I feel my stomach somersault with nerves. I take a deep breath reminding myself this is just a silly game where we’ve made up all the rules. But I still feel like I’m walking a thin line.
He sits down in the chair across from the bed and mimes holding a phone. “Hello, Dollface.”
I can’t help the laugh that tumbles out, and he grins in response. I take a deep breath and continue on.
“I can’t stop thinking about you. About the first time I went down on my knees for you. The look in your eyes when I put you in my mouth that first time. How much I liked it,” I say in my sweetest voice.
His eyes widen, and he tilts his head back, staring at the ceiling and then closes his eyes on a groan before he speaks again.
“I still think about those red lips of yours. How pretty they looked while you sucked on me. Gets me off every time. But I can’t wait to have you ask for it again. Hear you tell me how much you want it.”
“I think about it too. What it would feel like to have you touch me finally. How your fingers would feel in my hair. How rough I could ask you to be.”
I slide my fingers under the band of my panties as I look up at Colt because it’s him I always think about anyway. Now, I just have the luck of being able to watch the live version in front of me. His eyes lock with mine and his hand runs absently over the front of his sweats.
“I’d have a fistful of it while I fuck you.”
“Am I tied up while you do it?”
Colt raises his brow at the mention of me being tied up. It wasn’t something we’d ever done. I’d wanted to but I wanted to ease him into it, and we never got that far before things fell apart.
“You like being tied up?”
“I like the idea of you tying me up. Torturing me with things you know I like,” I confess.
The look he gives me in return, his blue eyes bright with want, melts every single part of me.
“Yes. Your hands behind your back. On your knees. Naked and willing.” His hand slides under his sweats, and a stuttered curse comes out of him. “Are you wet for me?”
“Yes. Soaking wet, just hearing your voice,” I answer him.
He smirks in return, pulling his sweats down and his cock out slowly. Making me watch what I can’t have. He gives himself a rough stroke and something glints in the light. Something I can’t possibly be seeing.
I jump off the bed without thinking, going for a closer look. Colt’s smirk just grows wider. Because Farm Boy has a Prince Albert. One that was definitely not there before.
“Are you fucking serious?” I look up at him.
