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“Of course, I can do that. There’s a village in Ecuador I’d love to explore or I’ve always wanted to go to Bhutan. The vibe is supposed to be epically happy.”

“Good. Make those happen.” I’m an idiot. Liesel will kill me. We do not have time or budget to get from one end of the world to the other. And remote places to fucking boot. Shit. Why didn’t I say Rome and Boston?

I clap my hands together and pick up the menu. “What’s good here?” My phone buzzes in my pocket.

KAT: You up? I can help if you’re not. {Selfie of Kat in one of Zane’s button-down shirts she stole.}

I am now. Instantly.

Shit. She can’t mean? That’s sexy little Harpy.

Chapter 46

What Goes Hump In The Night

KAT

India

ZANE: @dinner need 10 min to get to a more discreet location. Make it 15. My dick needs to go down before I stand. Christ, woman. In the meantime, wet your fingers, reach your left hand into my shirt and unbutton the top two buttons, just enough for you to find your right nipple. My favorite nipple. Pinch, caress, moan, repeat.

Yeah! It’s a bit awkward to type and touch, but I do as I’m told.

KAT: Using both hands now, both nipples awaiting further instructions. My body is humming, knowing you’re thinking about it.

His response is instant.

ZANE: It must hum constantly.

KAT: I’m going to moan my response.

ZANE: Jesus, fucking hell, woman! Left dinner early. I’m walking back to my hotel. 2:30 in the afternoon and I’m all you can think about? Is this what you’re doing with your year? Fingering yourself in that tin can? Ego-wise, I approve. Put your right index finger in your mouth, wrap those luscious and inviting lips around it, pretend it’s mine. Where do you want me to put it?

Oh shit. First of all, I can barely keep from coming, and second of all I’m an idiot, it’s afternoon in New York. I didn’t even think about the time difference.

ZANE: Where do you want me to put it?

I have to respond to him. I know exactly where I want that finger.

KAT: Not in New York. I want that finger where you put it when I’m on top. Unzip your pants. I want you to leave them at the door like we did in Hawaii and then sit down in a big comfy chair. Can you do that for me?

He responds so quickly I can barely keep up.

ZANE: I want you so badly it’s impossible to form thoughts. FaceTime in five. I need to hear you come.

KAT: Next time. You’re teasing me. Just want to imagine you inside me.

ZANE: Almost there. Fuck you next time. No. This time. I’m in an elevator in Copenhagen. Ditched my producers. I’m calling. I want to hear you.

KAT: I won’t answer. Not even this drunk. Get in a chair. I need you naked.

Pure lust takes over. I’ve slept around, but never acted like I do when I’m with him.

ZANE: Why are you drunk at 2? I’m here. And I can’t type and stroke. Fuck, I want you. Please answer. I’ll be real dirty. Please.

FaceTime rings. I leap off the bed, I don’t think, I shut off all the lights except next to the bed. I remove all the ornate pillows and anything in the shot that looks like a train.

I sit up against the headboard, attach my phone to my tripod, unbutton his shirt and push accept.