“What the fuck? It would make sense if you’re on the run from the mob or something, not because you’re a billionaire cock star and don’t want to get up for work anymore.”
“Or, like, if he was like hiding out while working as a costumed vigilante. That would be the only way I could say any of this was justified,” I mumble.
“Where is he staying?” he asks.
I stay quiet.
“Jane, seriously, what the hell is going on?”
“I don’t know. All I know is that I’m still writing the book, and he’s going to be here for a few days until he can figure out his next move and—”
“It’s not like getting a pet, Jane.”
“Yeah, tell me about it.”
“Jane, this is too much.”
“What doesthatmean?”
“I’m a continent away from you and you’re going to move in with Damian Miles? That’s, I just can’t, I—”
“But you’re perfectly content with having me look at all those pictures of you and Pippa Grace on the beach and not saying a thing, right? You’re the only one who is allowed to be jealous and get your way?”
“Okay, you’re right. I’m sorry. I just, I don’t like it.”
“Yeah, well, neither do I. Look, Dex, I don’t want this to come between us. This’ll just be a few days. Okay?”
“I really don’t want him there with you.”
“But I’m telling you, nothing will happen between us.”
“There’s no way he’s staying there and not wanting you, Jane, trust me.”
“Don’t be silly.”
“I’m being honest. Believe me, if he’s in the same room with you, he’s going to want to fuck you. I’m not even in the same room with you and all I can think about is fucking you right now. I want to fuck your voice. I’m going nuts here. I’m not sure I can do this any longer—”
I cut the phone call and video call him, immediately, on my computer.
His expression is homicidal.
“Talk to me,” I whisper. He’s more handsome now than the last time I saw him. The clean-shaven angles of his jaw, his tousled hair, bare chest bronzed from the sun—my eyes could feast on him for days. He’s in his hotel bed, his head propped up on a pile of white pillows. God, I miss him.
“I stare at your picture; the last one I took of you on my phone.” His voice is low and broken. I say nothing. I just listen, but my chest heats with every word.
“You’re wearing that little lacy strap top, the one that scoops low in the front that shows cleavage, your dark hair falling over your shoulders. I’m walking around hard constantly. I try to ignore it, but I just keep taking out that fucking picture and it gets worse.”
Under the covers, I squeeze my thighs tight. Is he hard right now? The possibility has my stomach somersaulting. “Are you like that now?”
“Christ, Jane.” His words break.
My face heats. He looks like he’s in pain. Thinking about it makes a throb pulse between my legs. I stare through my computer screen into his eyes, desperate to know. “Tell me.”
His head leans back. “Always when I think of you. And yes, right now I am, looking at you. I’m dying here.”
My whole body starts to tingle and I smile.
“God, look at you blush. Look at that beautiful smile.” He brings his laptop closer and one corner of his mouth curls up devilishly. “I can’t wait to be able to makeboth of your lips smile.”
