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I laugh. "Well… it'd be okay if you did." My chest tightens. "I definitely miss you."

"Yeah?"

"A lot."

She inhales slowly. "Me too."

"Yeah?"

"Mhmm," she says softly—too softly. Almost… breathless.

Neither of us speaks, but something definitely changes.

"Lenny?"

There's a steady breath that floats through the phone, and I feel it—everywhere.

"I wish I were there to show you how much."

My whole body freezes—except for the twitch between my legs.

"Lenny," I repeat—not a question this time.

Before I even realize why, I glance over my shoulder to make sure I'm still alone. "What are you doing right now?"

The question hangs there, charged in a way things weren't before.

She clears her throat. "Working."

I squint at the small window in the ballroom door like I'll somehow be able to see through it and into her closet. "You don't sound like you're working."

"Well I am… technically." A sound dangerously close to a moan slips out. "I'm just… also thinking about you."

"Holy—" I pull the phone away from my ear, frustration ripping through me. I tap it twice against my forehead before bringing it back. "You can't do this to me, baby," I grind out, looking behind me again.

She exhales. "Do what?"

"You know what."

She half-laughs, half-sighs. "I'm just talking, Jace."

I clench my teeth, my eyes sinking shut. "Yeah… about thinking of me. About wishing I was there." I all but growl. "All while breathing into the phone like that."

Silence floods the line.

"Do you want me to stop?"

My head falls back as I groan. "Fuck no."

She lets out the sexiest laugh. It turns me on more than it should considering my sister and half my team are on the other side of the wall.

In my mind, I try to reason with myself that the dividers are soundproof, and I could technically sneak away for just a couple of minutes, but physically I stop myself from doing anything about this.

Her breathing picks up as I contemplate telling her exactly what I'd do to her myself if I were there. Bed, shower, supply closet—doesn't really matter as long as it's me and her. But before I get the chance, the panting stops.

"Shit," Lenny whispers, then her volume grows. "Just a second!"

I step out from behind the podium and start pacing the few feet separating me and the closest table. "You're killing me," I mutter under my breath.