‘Yeah, yeah. That’s what they all say.’
I can’t deny how good it feels to have a man who calls daily to check on me. Someone to ask how my day has been. My hand instinctively goes to my chest. The hole feels smaller knowing he cares.
Jayden doesn’t care about you. Not like that.
But if he doesn’t, then why does he call me every day?
A text message wakes me at two in the morning.
It’s a photo from Jayden. Despite being woken, I’m grinning.
I assume it’s his private pool. He’s drawn an X on mosaic tiles around the edge of it and inserted an emoji tongue that makes me laugh out loud.
I fire off a quick reply.
It’s the middle of the night.
Three dots on my screen inform me he’s typing.
I know. If I were there, I’d be waking you too. What’s first on the list? I want to be prepared.
I throw the phone on the bedside locker and huff. The last thing I need is thoughts of Jayden Cooper and all the things I want to do with him infiltrating my mind when he’s half a world away.
Thirty seconds later, the phone vibrates with an incoming call. I groan.
‘Jayden, it’s two in the morning.’ I squint at the digital clock by my huge empty bed.
‘Not here it isn’t, Princess.’
‘Tell me, do you ring all the girls you sleep with at ungodly hours?’
‘Only the ones I want to have phone sex with,’ he sniggers. ‘Is it on your list?’
Blood pumps furiously below at the prospect. ‘It’s something I’ve never done before, so I suppose technically itshouldbe on the list.’
‘Me neither, but I’m rock hard and I can’t get you out of my head.’ His voice drops and he whispers, ‘Touch yourself, Chloe. Tell me how it feels.’
My face burns at his request, but my hand wanders beneath the covers, regardless.
‘Chloe, I said, how does it feel?’
‘It feels…nice.’ How can I be so forward with him, yet so awkward on my own?
‘Nice isn’t good enough, Chloe. I need it to feel explosive. Get your head in the game. I want to know every single thing about your body. Tell me what turns you on,’ he growls.
‘You turn me on.’ I quicken my pace and a gasp slips out of my lips. His smile is audible across the miles.
‘Good girl,’ he murmurs encouragingly.
The idea of him touching himself while thinking about me sends a jolt of electricity surging through my trembling limbs.
‘What parts of me turn you on, Chloe? Tell me.’
I sigh, picturing him in the darkness, wishing he was in bed with me instead of on the phone. ‘Your tongue. Your dirty mouth. Those exceptionally capable hands and how you fuck me into oblivion.’
A low hiss of approval rings in my ear. ‘And you sayIhave a dirty mouth? Tell me what’s on the list, Chloe.’
‘Public places. Toys. Being tied up and teased until I explode.’
