Addie: Cannot disagree.
Duncan: Yeast.
Addie: Did you get voice-to-text corrected?
Duncan: BEAST. Fucking phone made me pick it up and type and now I’m tired again.
Addie: Have you had enough to drink today?
Duncan: Unfortunately.
Addie: Was it good to be back on the ice?
Duncan: That’s tomorrow.
Addie: Excited?
Duncan: Yes.
Addie: Nostalgic?
Duncan: So fucking much.
Addie: Dammit. Santiago just texted asking if I fell in. I have to go. Game’s not over until about midnight your time. Text me proof you made it to bed okay and call me when you get up in the morning.
Duncan: Your phone will be unattended for the next several hours?
Addie: Yes.
Duncan: Excellent.
Addie: What does that mean?
Duncan: Let’s just say I’m gonna help you sleep, and then you can tell me all about it when I call you in the morning.
Addie: Is that code for “don’t let anyone else see your phone?”
Duncan: I’m fucking exhausted, but not too exhausted to stroke my cock while I think about sucking on your gorgeous nipples.
Addie: I have to get back to work.
Duncan: I want you to play with your clit and slide your fingers up into that tight pussy while thinking about me.
Addie: I needed to turn my phone off two messages ago. I’m turned on and I can smell myself.
Duncan: I love the way you smell. And taste. And look. And feel. And sound. Especially when you’re coming for me.
Addie: We’re one game from the wild card race. I have to get back to work.
Duncan: Do you remember the shower the other day? When you bent over and showed me that gorgeous ass and I took you from behind?
Addie: I’m sweating and my legs are shaking and my nipples hurt and I have to walk out onto the ball field like this.
Duncan: I miss you.
Addie: I miss you too. I’m shutting my phone off, and there better be at least twenty more dirty messages when I turn it back on at my hotel tonight.
Duncan: I’m picturing you naked, pinching your nipple with one hand while you finger fuck yourself with the other.
