Page 51 of Coincidentally Kismet

You made me dinner, Rambo?

Will

I was worried you didn’t get to eat all day, don’t make it a big deal, Wright.

Cam

It’s sweet. It’s almost like I should give you a reward for being so nice.

Will

I mean . . . I could think of something

Cam

I said almost, Rambo.

I’m laughing to myself about riling him up when my phone starts ringing with a FaceTime call. I pick it up, mid-bite. “Don judge me for eating.” My mouth is full in a very unattractive way.

“I’m glad you like it. You do like it, right?” Will shifts, and I can see he’s lying in bed, shirtless. I swallow and grab my water, taking a big gulp to stop myself from panting.

“It’s delicious, seriously, thank you. I probably would have been eating half a bag of stale cheese puffs without it.” I setthe Tupperware down on my nightstand, shifting lower into my pillows to talk to him before I finish my meal.

“How was your day?” He’s looking at me so intently, those bright blue eyes peering into my soul.

“It was good, finished up the trials and then just normal assistant work after that. How was yours?”

“Better now, just therapy and work. Did you pass?” He moves so he’s lying on his side, propping the phone up on something, who knows what.Did he say therapy?

“I don’t know yet. I think so, but Daveed will do his final assessment tomorrow. I’m a little nervous. Did you say therapy? What kind?” I shrug, shifting to sit up and rub my feet with my free hand. They hurt so bad, but I want to know more about what Will decided to casually mention.

“What are you doing? You moved, not that I’m complaining about the view.” I look at the small picture on my phone that reflects back to me what he sees—my silky sleep dress has creeped up my thighs, revealing a hint of panties and a lot of leg on the screen. Whoops.

“Shit, sorry. I was trying to rub my feet with my free hand. They hurt so bad from all the standing. By the end of the week, I’m usually toast. You can’t distract me from the comment, Rambo. What therapy?” I move the phone, propping it against a pillow, strictly positioned on my face.

“Do not apologize, you’re the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I’m irrationally jealous of a silk pair of panties, for God’s sake.” He shakes his head, bristling at his own admission.

“Why would you be jealous?” I’m playing coy. I know what he meant, but I still don’t mind hearing it.

“I wish I was that silk pair of panties, so I could be buried in you.”

“Oh . . . um. . . wait, what are you doing?” I can tell by the flexing muscles in his left arm that it’s not something sweet orinnocent, and at the same time, the thought of him seeing me for two seconds and having to touch himself—well, it’s fucking hot.

“You know what I’m doing, Wright. Do you want me to stop?”

“Erm.” My cheeks heat, turning my face three shades of pink. I’m not usually so shy about these things, but it’s different with him. There’s more at stake.

“I’m not going to apologize, Wright. You’re beautiful, and since we shared that kiss, you’re all I can think about, all I dream about. But I won’t do it with you here if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“Oh . . . um, I mean I can’t stop thinking about you either. I just, I’ve never done that. On the phone, I mean, obviously.” Why am I so nervous? I’m sweating and panicky, yet there’s an ache down below that I need to fulfill.

“Do you want to? You don’t have to, but obviously, I’m in if you are.” He smirks with his adorable lopsided grin, like he didn’t just get caught pleasuring himself with me on the phone.

“We could, we could try. I’m not sure I know how this is supposed to go.” I lie back further into the pillows, sliding my hand down my belly to touch myself.

“Tell me what you’re doing. Tell me how it feels.” Will’s eyes search mine, the dark lusty pools leaving me breathless.

“I’m touching myself, rubbing tiny circles around my, oh...it feels so good, Rambo.” He moves the phone so I have a view of him stroking his beautiful cock. It’s long and thick, so hard I can see the veins jutting out as it stretches toward his belly.

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