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“Shit.”
“I’ve sent stuff. Just…not on video call.”
“Well, something tells me you’re in for a good time.”
“I’m assuming you’ve done it before.”
“A couple of times. Not with anyone serious, though. I’ve never let anyone stick around long enough to get attached.”
“No, I hadn’t either, and I didn’t mean to.”
I study him, desperate for him to open up and tell me more. But no matter how much I might want that, I don’t deserve to know everything he’s been through.
I’m just the guy he’s fucking. I might want this to continue, but I’m not under any illusion that this is anything.
It can’t be. Can it?
“So,” I start, focusing back in the here and now, not the past that we need to leave behind us. “What did you have in mind?”
“Well, I wanted to discuss that photo you sent me earlier.”
I bite the inside of my lip to stop from smiling. That photo of my dick looked good, even if I do say so myself. I got the angle perfect. He’s never looked better, in my humble opinion.
“I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“Good. That was my intention. Your dick is constantly on my mind; I wanted to make sure you had the same issue.”
“Trust me, I haven’t forgotten about it.”
“Good. Did you have fun at the club?”
“Yeah, it was better than expected. Still would have rather come back here to hang out with you.”
This time, I can’t stop my smile from spreading.
“And what did you want to do with me?”
“Everything. I want to taste you; I want to fuck you. But seeing as I can’t do any of that, I’ll settle for teasing you, watching you, and listening to you make those sexy little noises you do before you come.”
“I do not make noises,” I argue.
“You do, and they’re hot as fuck.”
“Yeah? So, how are you doing over there? Still hard for me?” I ask.
“What do you think?”
“I think I want to see.”
“Seeing as you had a phenomenal night, I think you probably deserve that.”
Slowly, I lower my cell.
My heart rate increases as I move over my abs.
Cooper growls in frustration when I pause at my waistband.
“Garrett,” he warns.
