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Garrett: No, no, I didn’t mean like that. I meant… are you alone so no one can look over your shoulder.

DMan: Oh, yeah. Well, apart from the driver. But he seems to be arguing with someone on the phone in another language. I don’t think he cares about what I’m doing.

Garrett: Well, that sure opens up some options…

DMan: I’m not spending tonight in a cell for indecent exposure so whatever you’re thinking, keep it clean.

Garrett: I’ll be satisfied with a selfie… for now

DMan: A selfie, really?

Garrett: I’ll go first, if you want…

I quickly snap a photo of myself, ensuring it shows enough of my shoulders to let him know that I’m at least shirtless.

DMan: Look at you waiting for me in bed like a good boy.

DMan: Are you still hard?

Garrett: What do you think?

DMan: I think you followed orders. Tell me, just how desperate are you to touch yourself right now?

Garrett: You have no idea. But nice try distracting me from getting that selfie.

DMan: Wouldn’t you rather wait until I can send something that involves less clothing?

Garrett: Oh, I’ll take that too. But I think I’ve been patient long enough.

DMan: Fine.

I can’t help but laugh. I can hear the tone he would say that with as clearly as if he were lying beside me.

I wait. And I wait.

I start to think he’s not going to do it. But then…

My cell buzzes with a photo from my D-man.

It took me longer than I’m willing to admit to come up with his name in my cell. I couldn’t use his real one. If Sienna saw it, she’d have questions. Calvin would too. And I also couldn’t name him anything in reference to our online chats. If he saw that I’d called him Picasso, he’d figure it out. After a few other options, I finally settled on DMan. I figured that Sienna would probably think the D was for dick, not defense, and it would be safe.

I want to tease him for the cop-out image, but I can’t. He looks hot as hell.

Instead of looking into the camera like I was expecting, Cooper has sent me an image of him looking out of the car window, giving me the best view of his strong, scruff-covered jawline. His lips are full and utterly kissable, and I can’t help but bite down on my bottom lip as I imagine what I’d be doing to him if I were currently waiting in his hotel room for him.

Sadly, I’m not. I’m still here in LA. But that’s what video calls are for, right?

Garrett: Looking hot. What I wouldn’t give to drag my lips across your jaw and down your neck right now.

DMan: I can think of other places I’d prefer your lips.

“Fuck.” Me too.

Garrett: How long until you’re back?

DMan: Just pulling up outside now. Give me ten minutes and I’m all yours.

Garrett: Is that a promise?