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Because I’d decided this afternoon, as the guys packed up, that I would never regret sleeping with Mitchell Harrington. Mainly, he was no longer someone inconsequential to me. That created more problems than it solved, but I hand-waved that away. But I also had the sense this man would give me the best sex of my life, and that I was ready for.

“I mean, I know you’re a dicksometimes, Mitchell,” I said, water dripping as I ran my fingers over my neck. “I’ve seen it firsthand.”

I was teasing him, but he wasn’t laughing.

“I’m going to need you to stop saying that word, Winona.”

“What word?” I sat up. "Dick?"

He groaned. There was a rustling, like bedclothes. It was earlier than our normal calls, but not by much. What had he been doing before he called me?

Everything in my body came to attention. What had he been doing every night before he called me?

A boldness rushed through me. I channeled Cher, who I pictured cheering me on…and then looking away. I lay back down, covering my eyes with my hand as if that would excuse the words I was about to say.

“You know," I hesitated. "I’ve never seen your dick, Mitchell.”

The rustling stopped.

I took a breath to keep my voice strong and not shy. “Ikind of saw it through your clothes. It looks like the perfect size. Like it would… fit perfectly in my hands.”

I held my breath, heart pounding.

“Winona.” The word came out a growl.

I let out the breath. His reaction gave me the confidence I needed to keep going.

“Hey, Mitchell?”

“Yes, Firecracker?”

“Did you know I’m naked right now?”

For a moment, there was only silence.

“Hello?”

“I’m here. I'm fucking sat, Winona."

I laughed.

"Tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

“I’m going to need you to describe it, Winona. Where you are, what you’re doing.”

Heat danced between my hips.” I’m in the bath. I made it a little too hot.”

“Mmm.” He seemed to be struggling.

Desire coursed through me as I thought of him trying to maintain control. I drew my hand down my body, my eyelids dropping. “Didn’t you insist I make the first move?”

“This doesn’t count.”

“You can’t just make up rules on the fly.”

“And you can’t just tell me you’re naked and not expect this conversation to go off the rails.”