The cute little twink onscreen chose that moment to moan like—well, like he was about to take a cock asthick as his wrist. Because hewas.
I froze. A total strangerwas being exposed to my taste in porn.
Fuck.
I forced myself to grab thephone with my clean hand and hit the mute button on my laptop, stillspeechless. All I could do was hold the phone to my burning cheek and wish forCalifornia to choose this moment to split from the mainland and sink into thePacific. That way, I’d never have to say anything.
“Have I called at a badtime?” the stranger asked after a pause, calm and polite.
Also, British? And with avoice like warm caramel.
Which wasn’t helping thesituation where I was sitting naked on my bed, half-hard, three differentdildos leaning against my leg, porn still playing silently on my laptop screen.
“Umm,” my voice cracked as Itried to respond.
Jesus, what did he think ofme?
“I, uh. No?”
I couldn’t sayyes, could I? I’d answered thephone, for a start, and while he probably wasn’t positive I’d been watchingporn yet, he’d figure it out if I tried to make an excuse.
I didn’t trust myselfnot to blurt it right out if I made any attempt to explain myself.
“Are you quite sure? I knowit’s after hours.”
Goddamnhe had agorgeous voice.
My dick thought so, too,judging by the way it twitched.
We’re not havingphone sex, get a grip.
Phone sex with a voice likethis would have been the highlight of my life.
“I’m sure,” I said. “I’ve,umm. I’ve just. Had a long day.”
And I was setting up to jerkoffdidn’t seem like thekind of thing I should confess to a stranger.
“I see,” he said, stillelegantly unaffected.
He knew. He knew and he wasbeingBritishabout it. This was what they were like, wasn’t it?
He could have walked in onme while I had half of someone’s arm up my ass and just apologized.
At least, he sounded like hecould have.
Fuck.
I didn’t deserve this.Not after the day I’d had.
Shit. Was this a new guyfrom the record company? I’d thought they were done yelling at me. Maybe theywere sending in the charming British man, knowing my brain would melt themoment I heard his voice and I’d do whatever he told me.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t catchyour name,” I said, desperately hoping it wasn’t someone from Harmony Records.Maybe it’d be the gas company calling to tell me about a special offer. Thatwas about the only option I could handle, and even then, I’d never be able tocall them again.
“Ah, forgive me for notproviding it. You’re welcome to call me Fox.”
Fox.
Shit.
