“We’ll go out before. And you’ll still be my date. My game’s at noon, and then I’m all yours.” He pauses for a beat. “Just say yes.”
“Will you promise me that even if it goes badly, or we suddenly get the ick from one another, it won’t ruin anything?”
I can picture his smile when his laugh hits me, warm and loud. “Easiest promise I’ve ever made.”
“There’s that confidence.”
“I’ve got more than enough for the both of us, Bree.”
“I can’t stop thinking about you, either,” I blurt out, my eyes squeezing shut as if that’ll save me from his reaction. “Just—just so you know. It isn’t just you.”
“I knew it wasn’t just me, but it still feels really good hearing you tell me that.”
“Good.”
“I wouldn’t be opposed to hearing more.”
I rub my lips together, finding them dry. “Like what?”
“What exactly have you been thinking about?”
“You know what.”
“No, I don’t. And I really, really want to hear exactly what I’ve been doing in that brilliant mind of yours,” he murmurs, almost purring the words.
I try to spread my legs again but grind my teeth at the restrictive material wrapped around them. My huff is too loud, too rough.Too audible.
“Are you in your office?” he asks, rougher this time.
Reaching up to touch my throat, I can feel my pulse racing. “Yes.”
“Show me.”
“You want me to send you a selfie in my office?”
“I would never say no to getting a selfie from you, but that’s not what I meant, and you know it.”
I roll my lip between my teeth, dropping my eyes down to where I’m already gripping my skirt. “Where are the guys?”
“I’m in one of the spare rooms,” he soothes, and I hear what sounds like a lock click into place. “I want to try something with you.”
“You want to have phone sex in Wes’ guest room?”
“You’re driving me crazy, Aubrey. Do you want to hear what I’ve been thinking about?”
I shouldn’t. This is too new for where we are right now. But the unknown feels a lot more welcoming than it usually does. The part of my brain that should be telling me to run is beckoning me forward, reminding me that this is Finn.
And shit, I want this.
That’s why I’m already tugging up my skirt and spreading my thighs the way I’ve been dying to. And why I’ve plucked open the top button of my blouse that’s been suffocating me since I picked up the phone.
I want to try this with him. Right here, right now.
“Yes,” I whisper.
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His reply is delayed.
