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Still up, Johnny?
As if my thoughts conjured her.
You miss my charming personality?
My Jane
I miss your hands, mouth, tongue, and certainly those piercings of yours. But sure, it’s your charm I can’t stop thinking about.
I chuckle. Christ, she’s the exact kind of trouble I want in my bed tonight. I debate pretending nothing’s changed, but that’s not me. Not with her. Despite never sharing our names or work details, over the past year, I’ve been comfortable being my real self with her. So, I call.
She picks up on the first ring. “Eager, are we?” Her voice is silk and smoke. It settles into my bloodstream.
“You know I am, Janey.” I let the nickname roll off my tongue.
She hums. “You calling me that invokes some very fun memories.”
“How interesting. You sound just like this captivating woman I used to sneak around with, back when things were simple.”
“Simple’s overrated,” she murmurs.
“So, you want to get together tonight?”
“I do,” she says plainly. No games. “I’m feeling a little reckless and you’re an expert at?—”
“Pip,” I cut her off. I rub my hand over my face, surprised by my own resolve. “Things are…complicated.”
“Yeah, I thought you might say that.”
“Yeah.”
She laughs, low and throaty. “And what if I want both of you?”
“I don’t think the desire or chemistry between you and us is the issue.” My mind short-circuits. Visions flash behind my eyes of her between us,underus. The heat, the chaos, the goddamn possibility of it all. “You know I’m game,” I admit, “but it’s different with Enzo. He’s not a nameless third, like the others. He’s been my best friend since we were kids. I owe him a conversation first.”
“Then have it,” she says, like it’s that simple. She takes a deep breath. “I get that it’s complicated. And frankly, I should be avoiding both of you. I know that—we all know that. But laying here in bed?—”
I groan at the image.
She chuckles, then continues, “Exactly. I’m only human. I know we were teasing Enzo today; I know we were riling him up, but…the mental images it’s created?—”
“Yeah. Yup… Fucking same.” I mindlessly cup my growing erection.
“And PS…” Pippa adds, “I don’t think I’m the only one Enzo’s craving.”
I laugh after a beat, but it’s not convincing. “Don’t project your fantasy onto me, Saint James.”
“You sure?” she purrs. “Because I’m starting to think your best friend might want to do a lot more than share me with you. I saw some looks today that made me think he might want to share both of us.”
Click.
She hangs up before I can respond.
What the fuck?
