Page 101 of Off Pitch

“Got back to my room a little bit ago and thought it would be nice to talk to you.”

“Aww,” I say in a singsong tone. “You miss me.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” he scoffs. “I think it’s more just noticing your absence.”

“Call it whatever you want. I know what you mean.”

“Are you at your place right now, Lo? Or are you with Lucia, Rory, or Ella?”

“I’m in my apartment. My little shoebox,” I say with a laugh. “Why?”

“Hang on,” Knox says before I hear the call disconnect and a FaceTime call comes through.

I cross the room and settle onto my bed, leaning back against the pillows before I answer the call.

And I’m greeted with a shirtless Knox leaning back against the headboard of his hotel bed.

“Well, hello there,” I say, involuntarily running my tongue over my bottom lip.

“Damn,” he says with a smile. “You’re already checking me out.”

“You called me when you weren’t wearing a shirt. What did you expect from me?”

“Baby, I’m not judging you. If you didn’t realize, you’re in a fucking sports bra right now. I can barely think straight seeing you in that.”

“Mmm,” I say, settling down into my pillows. “You just wish you were here to take it off me, don’t you?”

Knox groans. “You definitely wouldn’t be wearing that if I was with you. I’d have taken it off hours ago.”

“Well,” I say, a mischievous smile pulling at the corners of my mouth as I move my phone to my nightstand, prop it up against a book, and sit myself on the side of my bed. “Let’s just pretend you are here.” I grab the sports bra by the hem and slowly pull it off in full view of the camera, letting my breasts fall free.

“Fuck, baby.”

“You like that?” I say, teasing him by pushing my tits together.

“I fucking love that.” His tone is guttural, so full of desire and need. “I’d like it even more if the rest came off with it.”

“Naughty, Knox. Trying to get me naked on the phone.”

“I’d much prefer you were naked in my bed beside me,” he says huskily. “But if all I can get is the phone screen right now, that will have to do.”

Phone sex isn’t something I’ve done before. But the lust in Knox’s eyes right now has me so emboldened that that doesn’t even faze me.

“Take off your shorts first,” I say, meeting his eyes. “You need to take something off before I do anything else.”

His smile is devious as he props his phone on his own nightstand, positioning himself in front of it. “I called it that first night we were together. You’re a dirty fucking girl.” He hooks his thumbs under the waistband of his shorts and slides them down,leaving him in only a pair of black boxer briefs that leavenothingto the imagination.

I hum my approval as I take all of him in. The tight fabric clings to the muscles of his thighs, muscles earned from years of running around the baseball field. The waistband dips just below the V in his abdomen. And the dick that’s already hard as stone is straining to break free. “So turned on just from me taking off my top,” I tease.

“Yeah,” he says, a smirk pulling at his lips. “And what would you do about it if you were here, Lo?”

“Mmm… I’d sink to my knees and take your cock into my mouth. Maybe even have you fuck my face.”

“Fucking hell,” Knox mutters as I see his hand slip under his waistband.

“Baby,” I say, lowering my voice. “If you’re going to touch yourself, take the boxers off. I want to watch you.”

“I’ll take off mine if you take off yours.”

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