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“It is,” he agrees. “But I can’t wait to be on the receiving end of your sextual prowess you’ve kept hidden from me.”
I glare at him, trying to figure out if he’s serious. When he stares back with an unreadable expression, my body tingles in anticipation. Our time apart will be as explosive as our time together these last few weeks.
“Let’s play a game, Sayls.”
“Now?”
“Starting now, and it’ll end when I get home.”
“What kind of game?”
“I’m going to test your sexting skills.” I begin shaking my head before he finishes the sentence, but he’s grinning so broadly that his face might be splitting in two. “The goal is to make the other person so hot they finish themselves off. The person with the most self-induced orgasms…”
“What?”
“You heard me. Whoever orgasms the most loses.”
“Loses?” Okay, for an author, I’ve totally forgotten how words work.
“Yup. And the winner gets a reward when I get home. However he sees fit.”
It takes me a minute to compute his words, then competition makes my fingers twitch. “Fine. When she wins, the reward will be epic.”
His smile is a promise of things to come. “Game on, Saylor. I’m going to own that body when I get home, in every”—he lowers his voice—“delicious way I can think of. I’ll give you material for the next ten books.”
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out.
“Goodnight, Sayls. I love you.”
He hangs up, leaving me frustrated, on edge, and more determined than ever to win this game.
Dante Thompson’s ass is mine!
CHAPTER31
DANTE
“What?” I bark into the phone.
“Things going that well, huh?” Grady’s amused voice hits my ear like a slap to the face.
“No. Nothing’s going well.” Wait. Why is he calling me? “Is Saylor okay? Poppy?”
“Everyone is fine,” he says, cutting off my list of concerns.
I scowl into the receiver. “Then why are you calling my office?”
“Because you’re not answering your cell, dickhead.” Well, there’s the grump who doesn’t want to be called a friend.
Lifting papers and files and whatever else has been stacked here today, I find my phone at the bottom of the pile. Dead.
I barely contain a groan. That’s what happens when you sleep in your office.
“I’m leaving Sassy’s,” he says, breaking the silence and putting me instantly on edge.
“And?”
“And she told me about your game.”
