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I don’t know about that. They look ridiculous, even though they fit well.

Buck:

Are you in bed?

What kind of question was that?

Are you?

Buck:

I am. Guess what I’m wearing?

Jesus Christ.

Is this the part where you send me a dick pic?

Buck:

Do you want me to send you one? Can’t stop thinking about it, can you?

You’re ridiculous, just like these boxers. I’m going to bed.

What are the chances that he’ll send a dick pic, anyway?

Buck:

If I call right now, would you answer?

No! Good night.

Just thinking of connecting with him over the phone, hearing his smooth voice caress my ear, made my heart rate shoot sky-high. It was easier to keep him at a distance if we just texted. My reasoning was ridiculous, but it was all I had. I really needed to hit up that dating app and find someone to replace Baylor Buchanan before this preoccupation with him got out of hand.

Leaning over the side of the bed, I glanced down at my dog lying on her doggy bed. She raised her head and looked back at me with her sad puppy dog eyes. I patted the empty spot beside me.

“Come on, girl. Come up here and keep me company.”

Rawlings didn’t need to be told twice. She bounded up on the mattress and plopped down in a hairy golden pile beside me, licking my hand as I tried to pet her.

Canine company was better than no company at all. And certainly better than an uptight prick of an umpire.

CHAPTER TEN

BAYLOR

Poppingthe cap on the bottle ofPolo Sport, I dabbed some on my fingers before brushing them over my neck and throat. A swish of mousse through my hair followed by a finger comb for that purposely messy look, and I was good to go.

Baylor Buchanan was back in the game. Watch out, ladies.

Truth be told, I wasn’t all that excited about my blind date from the Lucky Connections site. I decided to go with a woman because it was familiar and comfortable, and I needed to build back my confidence before going to bed with a man again. The profile I matched with didn’t give a lot of personal information, but that was to be expected on those sites. Especially if they were just looking for sex instead of something long-term. That was how you knew they were just there for fun. The profile’s pic had a juicy bubble ass that definitely caught my attentionas I was scrolling, but the name was what sealed it for me.

Casy.

Pathetic, I know, but I couldn’t get him off my mind, and if this chick had the same name, I wouldn’t have to worry about calling out the wrong one when I came. It wouldn’t be a terrible stretch of my imagination to believe I was with him instead of her.

Because no one had ever made me come so hard as Casey Collins had.

Every time I thought about that night or imagined the possibilities of other things we could have done, I popped a boner. The nasty things I fantasized about that man doing to me got filthier with every imagining.

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