Page 68 of Come Fly with Me

Theo’s face flushes, because clearly, I know about what happened at the bar in Sydney and don’t give a shit about it either. I watch as the guys he’s sitting with all glance at him before turning back to me, as though waiting to see what happens next.

“Yeah, I know all about that,” I tell him, answering his silent question. “I know a lot of things actually,” I add, lifting a hand and waving my little finger at him in the universal sign of a small dick.

The flush on Theo’s face deepens, his eyes practically bulging from his head as he stares at me, swallowing hard. I don’t bother saying anything else, just give a short laugh before turning and walking out of the bar.

Upstairs in my room, I feel the anger drain from my body as I grab a miniature bottle of scotch from the mini-bar and empty it into a glass. Collapsing onto the bed, I pick up my phone and hit redial on Taylor’s number.

It goes straight to voicemail, her husky voice telling me to leave a message and she’ll get back to me as soon as she lands. I don’t bother, instead flicking to the photo app, where I scroll through the few pictures I have of her and us. Photos from Hawaii and the one she sent me yesterday morning of her lying in bed.

It makes me hard and horny just looking at it, and not for the first time do I realize how much I miss her right now. How much I hate that we’re forced to fly separately and how the fuck we can make this work if ninety percent of the time we’re on opposite sides of the globe.

I must eventually doze off because the sound of my ringing phone wakes me. I open my eyes, see the light on the side table still on, the empty glass lying on the bed beside me.

Looking around, I see my phone lying on my stomach, Taylor’s face as it flashes on the screen indicating a FaceTime call.

“Hey beautiful,” I say, my voice husky with sleep.

“Shit, did I wake you?” she says, pulling the tie from her hair so it falls loose around her shoulders.

I smile. “You can always wake me,” I tell her. “I just wish you were here to do it in person.”

Taylor smiles back at me, that bottom lip of hers between her teeth. “Me too.”

“Where are you now?” I ask, glancing at the time.

“Chicago,” she replies. “It’s fucking freezing.”

“It’s hot and humid as fuck here,” I tell her. “Perfect weather for staying in an air-conditioned bedroom all day,” I add, a smile tugging at my mouth.

Taylor laughs, moving so she’s sitting on her own hotel bed now. “What’d you do today?” she asks.

I sit up a little. “Nothing much. Gym, night markets, drink at the bar, and back to my room,” I say. “You in your room now?”

“Yes.”

My grin widens. “Take off your uniform,” I tell her.

A light blush creeps over her cheeks, but she moves her fingers to the buttons of her shirt, slowly undoing them. When she slips it off her shoulders, I sit up even more, my eyes glued to the screen.

“Your turn,” she murmurs.

Grinning, I rip my T-shirt over my head and throw it across the room, my eyes never leaving hers. “Now your pants,” I say.

Taylor props the phone against a pillow before standing, her fingers on the waistband of her trousers as she slowly undoes the button and zipper before sliding them over her hips. I watch as she kicks them off so she’s standing in front of me, wearing nothing but a lacy pale pink bra and panties.

“God, fuck, you are gorgeous,” I tell her.

She smiles. “Now your pants.”

I do the same with my phone before losing my shorts quickly, along with my boxers, so I’m now naked.

“Oh god,” she whispers.

“Lose it, baby,” I tell her, finger waving at the screen as I shuffle back on the bed, so I’m now propped up on the pillows.

When Taylor has done the same, I smile at her, sliding a hand down to my cock, which is already hard. “How do you feel about a little FaceTime phone sex?” I ask, shifting the phone so she can see exactly what I’m doing.

I hear the gasp, watch as she too settles herself back on her bed. “Really?”

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