“That’s not an answer to my question.”
“Yes. Why do you care?”
Bree sighs into the phone, her sheets rustle in the background as she moves. “I was just wondering if we’re both in bed equally naked only separated by a wall.”
It’s my turn to groan. “Now, I’m hard. Just know I’d be over there, right now, if I didn’t have things to do tomorrow.”
“Really? And, what would you be doing over here?” The arousal in her voice makes me impatient. Tomorrow night cannot get here fast enough.
“You already know,” I grit out. My hard dick is mad at my decision to remain in one place. “Don’t make any plans tomorrow night, Bree.”
“If I do?”
“Don’t play with me, Bree. If I have to come find you, I’m fucking you on sight no matter where you are. Believe me.”
I hang up to finalize the conservation. She may not believe me and part of me hopes she tries me.
I fall asleep to fantasies of catching her in public, carrying her way, and fucking her until she screams my name.
* * *
Jason
I’m in the middle of bumping one of my favorite songs when my Bluetooth cuts over to ringing. Sighing hard, I answer the phone. I can’t be too mad at the caller.
“Hey, Carlee.”
“Zup Jacey, Jace, Jason!” she chirps into the phone.
Already know why she’s in a good mood, but I’ll let her tell me.
“We’re in a good mood today.”
“Yes, we are. And, you know why?”
I’m already smiling, and I’m sure she’s going to hear it in my voice.
“Enlighten me.”
“Remy proposed! I’m engaged, and the ring, Jason. Oh my God, the ring. I can’t afford to lose it.”
“Carlee…”
“No, Jason. I literally can’t afford to lose it. It costs more money than I’ve ever made, and we both know I don’t have enough booty to be a stripper.”
My body shakes with chuckles as I slap the steering wheel. A car honks at me before I continue. I missed her more than I thought.
“You are silly. You’re thicker than you think.”
“Since when? I’ll blend in with the damn pole if I wear silver. Those poor man wouldn’t know where to put the money.”
Carlee’s body works well for her; she’s a very attractive woman. I understand why Remy is crazy about her.
“Well, Remy likes it.”
I flinch at her squeal. “Yes. He. Does. Let me tell you—”
“No. No. No, Ma’am.”
