Page 87 of The Love You Win

I smack the back of his head, but that’s exactly how I’m hoping the call will go. I’m overflowing with energy and adrenaline, and if I can’t bury myself in my girl, I can at least get off to the sound of her voice or the sight of her tits if she’ll FaceTime me.

“Well, if you change your mind, just text me and I’ll tell you where we are.”

“Thanks, man, but I’ll be good.”

Logan’s words run on a loop in my head.

You’re in love with her.

Ignoring Griffin’s shit-eating grin, I text my girlfriend.

Me

You alone, baby? Because if you’re not, send your friends home. I know we’re in different cities, but I still want to celebrate with you.

Her reply is almost instant.

Isla

Oh yeah? Color me intrigued.

Me

How do you feel about phone sex?

Kicking the girls out now.

Normally, I don’t mind life on the road. But right now? Right now I wish I were home because somehow Isla Harding is the only person I want to celebrate a win with. And while phone sex is fun, it’s got nothing on savoring her soft body in person, inhaling her scent, and swallowing those sexy little mewls she makes when I push myself deep inside of her.

You’re in love with her.

Shit. Maybe I am.

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ISLA

When Maddox calls, I’m in nothing but a lacey black bra and thong. My heart pounds as my phone trills. Heat floods my core when I accept his video call.

I can’t believe I’m about to do this.

“Hey, baby.” Maddox’s voice is gruff and low, but there’s an intensity to it that dampens my panties.

“Hey, handsome. I miss you.”

“I miss you, too.” Chocolate eyes flit across my face and the part of my body he can see. They darken when he realizes I’m not wearing much. “Fuck, sweetheart. Let me see you.”

“Only if I get to see you too,” I reply. The coy tone of my voice takes me by surprise. I’ve never been much of a seductress, but damn if this man doesn’t bring it out in me. I’ve never had phone sex or gotten myself off on a video call. This is a night of firsts, and apparently I’m determined to do it right.

Maddox hums a low sound of approval and the phone bounces as he switches it to his other hand and begins unbuttoning his shirt. “You want to see me too, naughty girl?”

“Mmhm. Yes, please.” I hold the phone a little farther away from my face and trail my fingers down the valley of my breasts. Normally, my own touch provides only a dull sense of pleasure. It’s nothing like when Maddox touches me. But with him watching? With the soundtrack of his groans in the background as he stares at the path of my fingers? It’s like he’s here with me. Like these are his fingers trailing across the swell of my breasts.

“God, you’re sexy. I wish I was there. I want to lick every creamy inch of your breasts. Take those pretty little lace-covered nipples in my mouth and suck on them until they’re so sensitive you beg me to release you.”

I pinch and rub my nipples in time with his dirty talk. When I suck in a little gasp, he groans and rips his shirt all the way off. Gloriously bare skin fills my phone screen as Maddox moves toward the bed. “And then what would you do?”

The phone bounces and jostles as Maddox sets it up on the bedside table. I can see his upper body as he leans against the headboard, down to his knees. He stares at me as his long, powerful fingers undo the buckle of his belt, followed by the fly of his suit pants. “I’d rip those lace scraps off your body, restrain your hands above your head, and lick a path down to that pretty pink pussy.”

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