Will’s eyes stay locked on mine, watching. Waiting. Daring me.
My finger hovers… then I swipe to answer.
“Hey,” I say, voice breathless, too soft.
Too guilty.
Will’s eyes don’t leave mine. Not even as his hands slide slowly up my thighs, back under the hem of my shorts. My breath catches, but I try to sound steady.
“Hey,” Nash’s voice comes through the speaker, warm and easy. “Sorry if I woke you. Finally had some time to myself.”
“No, I—” My words falter as Will’s fingers slip higher, brushing over the damp cotton between my legs. I suck in a breath, biting my lip hard.
“No,” I manage again, voice barely steady. “You didn’t wake me.”
Will’s mouth curves into a wicked smile as he drags his fingers in slow, lazy circles. Teasing. Torturing. Testing me.
“You okay?” Nash asks. “You sound kinda out of breath.”
I close my eyes, willing my voice not to shake. “I’m fine,” I lie. “Just cleaning.”
Will’s mouth finds the hollow of my throat. He kisses and bites gently, and his fingers slide my panties to the side.
“How wasLove Lost?” Nash asks.
Will pauses for a second. Just long enough for my answer to catch in my throat.
“It was—” I start, but the words melt into a sharp gasp as Will slides one finger inside me, slow and deep.
“Sorry?” Nash says, confusion lacing his voice.
My fingers tighten around the phone, the other hand buried in Will’s hair. “It was good. So good,” I whisper, eyes locked with Will’s as he moves inside me, his pace deliciously cruel. “Wish you could have been there.”
Will curls his finger and I nearly drop the phone.
“You sure everything’s okay?” Nash asks.
Will leans up, lips brushing my jaw as he whispers, “Tell him you’re just thinking about last night.”
I let out a strangled sound, something between a whimper and a laugh, and press the phone tighter to my ear.
“Yeah,” I manage. “Just a long day. I had a late night last night.”
Will’s smile turns dark, possessive.
Mine, it says without a word.
“Okay,” Nash says, still hesitant. “I just wanted to check in. Thought maybe we could talk more tomorrow?”
I nod, then remember he can’t see me. “Yeah,” I whisper. “Tomorrow’s good.”
Will’s thumb finds my clit and presses, and my body jolts. I gasp and have to swallow a moan.
“Phern?” Nash says.
“Sorry! Dropped something.”
Will’s mouth is at my ear again, breath hot and low. “Tell him goodnight.”
