Will nuzzles my neck, whispering, “You sound so sweet when you lie.”
“I was just running late,” I manage. “Meant to text.”
Will's fingers trace a lazy pattern just beneath the hem of the shirt. Slow. Teasing. My breath catches.
“You sure?” Sam’s voice is all big-brother concern. “You sound out of breath.”
Will mouths,Tell him you're stretching.
“Just did some yoga,” I say through gritted teeth.
Will bites back a laugh.
“I’ll be around this afternoon if you wanna meet up,” Sam adds. “Charlie’s been asking about you.”
Will’s hand slips under the shirt now, sliding between my legs.
I slap a hand over his, wide-eyed. He just raises a brow and mouths,Say yes, sugar.
“Yeah,” I croak. “Sure. Just, uh, let me shower first.”
Sam chuckles. “No rush. You okay?”
Will’s fingers start to move just enough to break me. And I am not okay.
But I nod, voice tight. “Yeah. Totally fine.”
Sam says something else, but I don’t hear it.
I can barely breathe.
Because Will’s mouth is at my neck again, murmuring filth I can’t even process as his fingers push me closer and closer to the edge.
I swallow hard, teeth clenched. “Gotta go. Talk soon.”
I hang up. And instantly fall apart in Will’s hands, moaning his name, body trembling as the high crashes through me.
When I finally stop shaking, he kisses my cheek and grins like the devil.
“Next time,” he says, voice pure heat, “we leave the call on speaker.”
“Next time,” I counter, breath still catching in my chest, “you’regoing to be the one falling apart.”
Will freezes mid-kiss at my throat. Then leans back just enough to look me in the eyes.
A slow, wicked grin spreads across his face.
“Oh yeah?”
I nod, smug. “You think you’ve got all the control around here. But next time, you’re gonna be the one begging.”
He laughs—deep and rough and dangerous. “Begging, huh?”
“Panting. Shaking. Trying not to come too fast while I take my time.”
He arches a brow, clearly amused and turned on. “And what exactly do you have in mind, sugar?”
I crawl into his lap, straddling him, dragging the hem of his T-shirt up his chest. “Oh, I’ve got plans, cowboy. Real slow ones. The kind that start with me on my knees and end with you making promises you can’t keep.”
