Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Plugging my phone into the charger on the bedside table, I drew the covers back and crawled into bed. I lay there, staring up at the ceiling as I tried to forget about Beck. It was easier said than done.
Just as I was falling to sleep, my cell buzzed with a notification.
“Shit,” I mumbled as I reached in the dark for my phone. I’d forgotten to text Lacey that I was home. After living in France for the last few years and really not having to answer to anyone, it was proving hard for me to alter my habits.
Swiping my phone, I blinked several times to let my eyes adjust to the sudden brightness. It wasn’t Lacey who’d texted me, but Beck. I sat up quickly and rubbed my eyes.
Beck: Are you asleep?
My heart started to race as I considered whether to answer him or make him wait until tomorrow morning. When my fingers started to type, I laughed.
Me: I was starting to drift, but you woke me up.
I watched as the dots moved in the little bubble, smiling. I liked that Beck was thinking about me.
Beck: I’m sorry. So I shouldn’t mention I can’t sleep because I’m thinking about you.
Giggling, I quickly typed back my reply.
Me: You’re thinking about me, huh? Are you touching yourself?
I closed my eyes. “Avery, did you really just type that?”
Beck: I can be, if you want to.
“Holy hell.” I nearly dropped my phone. Could I do this? If things went well, this might be the only sex I’d be getting once Beck went back to Texas.
Chewing on my thumbnail, I decided to go for it. Instead of texting him, I hit his number. It only rang once.
“Avery.”
The sound of my name from his mouth caused my insides to tremble. “Beck.”
“Are you calling me for phone sex?”
I suddenly felt like a little girl, excited to be getting a new toy to play with.
“Considering I’ve never had phone sex before, it could be…fun. Have you?”
“Had phone sex?” he asked.
“Yes.” Squeezing my eyes shut, I silently prayed he would say no.
“I haven’t. I’m not sure how I feel about getting myself off in my newfound grandparents’ house.”
Laughing, I said, “Maybe you should look into that hotel you have sitting empty.”
I heard a low growl come from him. “We may have to swing by and make sure it’s okay.”
“So does this mean the age gap is no longer an issue?”
He let out a defeated-sounding breath. “Life is too short not to go after what you want.”
“I’m what you want?” I asked, feeling my cheeks heat.
“From the moment you first sat down next to me on the plane.”
My stomach dipped as if I was on a roller coaster. “I don’t suppose you’d want to come over and sneak into my room…”
Beck laughed. “I do not. I would like to live long enough to actually know what making love to you feels like.”
I swooned and placed my hand over my heart. “Are you touching yourself yet?”
“Avery, are you serious? Phone sex?”
“I’ll FaceTime you,” I quickly said, hanging up and calling him back before I lost my nerve. He answered, and I nearly let out a groan at how handsome he was.
“I pictured you as a flannel pants kind of guy. Are you?”
He turned the phone and pulled the covers back to reveal his naked body. But he went so fast, I hardly got a look at him.
“That’s not fair, Beck! I didn’t get to see.”
Grinning, he said, “I showed you what I sleep in. Your turn.”
I turned the phone around and swept it over my sweats and T-shirt. When I switched it back, he frowned.
“Seriously? You lived in France all those years and didn’t find yourself a decent piece of lingerie?”
Biting on my lip, I replied, “Oh, I have plenty of lingerie. Some from the finest designers in Europe. If I’d known you’d be calling for phone sex, I would have dressed appropriately.”
He laughed again. “I believe it was you who called me.”
“Hold on,” I said as I slid off the bed, set my phone up, and started to undress so he could see me.
“Avery,” he warned. “What are you…”
His voice trailed off when I pulled the T-shirt over my head, exposing my bare breasts to him.
“Mother of all things,” he breathed.
“Are you touching yourself yet, Mr. Dahlstrom?”
He nodded.
Chewing on my lip, I debated my next move. I swallowed the lump in my throat and said in a raspy voice, “Show me.”
He tapped his phone and the camera turned. I watched as he gripped his hard erection and pumped his hand slowly over his shaft. He was big and thick, and my body pulsed between my legs.
“Your…turn…” he gasped out.
I pushed my sweats down, then removed the little purple lace panties beneath.
“Get into bed, Avery.” Grabbing the phone, I did as he said. “Let me see how wet you are for me.”