Page 72 of Stolen Bases

Another picture pops up, and my mouth waters as I stare at the cleavage Talia’s aiming at the camera while she licks a spoon of chocolate ice cream. My cock goes from half to full mast at the sight of her. That mouth has been the star of my dreams since our night on the boat.

Big Guy:You can count on it.

Instead of dinner with the married guys, I preordered room service and asked for it to be in the room waiting for me. The last picture Talia sent had me racing to my room to call her.

With my roommate out with the other guys, I have the room all to myself. Earbuds in, I prop my phone up next to my plate and tap Talia’s name.

She answers on the second ring. “Hi.” Her voice is all airy, and it does all kinds of things for me.

“Hey, itty bitty.”

“Hold on a second.” I hear soft footsteps and a door click shut in the background.

“Do you want me to call you back later? Or tomorrow?” I offer, praying she says no. I didn’t intend to interrupt her plans, but I missed her. I wanted to hear her voice.

“No, no. I’m good. I wasn’t expecting you to call so early. Weren’t you supposed to go out to dinner with the team?”

“I changed my mind.”

Talia sighs. “You can go out, Cam. I don’t expect you to stay in every night. Besides, you need to bond with the guys.”

By guys, she means her brother. Talia still has it in her head that we are going to miraculously become best friends overnight.

“I’m good. Tired from all the traveling. Besides, I need some sleep before I wake up at five for my run. What are you doing?”

“Just watching TV. I’m all alone in this big house while everyone is at the restaurant.”

“You didn’t want to go with them?”

“Nope.” I can hear the smile in her voice, and I immediately switch over to video, desperate to see her. Her face fills the screen—not a stitch of makeup on, her braid frizzing a touch—and she’s biting that thick bottom lip again.

Fuck, she’s so beautiful.

Talia takes in my shirtless state before breathing out another, “Hi.”

“Hi, baby. Did you stay home to talk to me?” I try to glimpse her room as she sits on the bed. We’ve been keeping mostly to calls to avoid being overheard.

“Maybe.” Her steely-gray eyes sparkle in the light as she stares at me through the camera.

“So, my line worked?” I tease.

She rolls her eyes, and hell if my dick doesn’t jerk in my shorts. I’d do anything to smack her ass and kiss the sass right out of her.

“Did my picture work?” She bites the tip of her finger all sexy-like.

“You fucking know it did, you naughty pixie.” I love her snark.

Talia laughs, throwing her head back, exposing her delectable neck. The sweet sound of her laughter has my chest flooding with warmth and affection.

“Sorry, not sorry.”

“I’m going to have to stop checking my phone in the locker room if you keep it up.”

“Fine,” she huffs. I watch as she falls back onto the rose-gold comforter on her bed. “I’ll stop sending pictures.”

“Whoa, don’t get crazy.” Pointing at myself, I say, “I said I need to stop checking my phone in the locker room.” I point at her and grin. “Not for you to stop sending me pictures. You can send more of those anytime you want.”

She sighs, rolling to her side. “You’re horrible.”

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