Page 99 of Five Alarm Kiss

Ho-ly fudge!

Still, if they were doing this, she had to at least try. Right? She could do this.

I can do this.

“What…”She cleared her throat, trying to speak around the giant ball of terror lodged there. “What, um, are you, um…?”

Cranberries! I suck at this!

“I mean,” she tried again. “What things are you, uh, going t?—”

Wait!

Goosebumps erupted along her flesh. “Can other people hear you?” she croaked out, horrified by the possibility.

“Do you want them to?” he purred.

“No!”She jerked to a sitting position, wincing when her shorts pulled tight across her abused skin.

“Guess I should move out of earshot of the guys, then.”

“Jake!”Oh, my heck!She was going to hyperventilate!

He chuckled. “Relax, Princess. I’m outside. Alone. Wishing I was inside you.”

For a moment, she stopped breathing. Literally, could not draw a breath. Her heart was pounding out a heavy metal drumsolo in her chest, and the rest of her body had melted into a pathetic puddle of need.

Her mouth turned cottony. She had no clue how to respond. On what delusional planet had she ever thought she’d be able to do this? She was so far out of her depth. She’d take the big, fat“F”in “phone sex 101” if he’d just… “You need to stop saying stuff like that.”

“Why? Am I turning you on?”

Silence.

“Am I?”

“Yes,” she confessed in a hushed tone.

“Good.”

The possessive tone of his voice affected her as much as his words had, which was crazy. How could just his?—

“But don’t you dare do a damn thing about it unless I’m with you,” Jake growled. “From now on, I own all your orgasms.”

Swear to goodness, she nearly blacked out. Her core clenched, needing him inside her so desperately, she started shaking.

She should be offended by his demand. Furious that he’d basically ordered her not to masturbate, implying she could only come when he was the one making it happen. Sheshouldbe mad, but oh my heck, that was hot! Even though now she really wanted—needed—to come.

“I mean it, Princess. Not without me.”

She was so turned on, she was afraid to move. She literally might come on the spot if her shorts caused any friction whatsoever.

“Say it.”

“N-Not without you.”

“Good girl.”

The next second, an alarm blared through the phone, jolting Laurel out of the sensual maelstrom she’d been sucked into.

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