Page 97 of Trying Sophie

Chapter Twenty-Three

Sophie

Declan: I can’t stop thinking about you.

Sophie: Aren’t you supposed to be at practice?

Declan: I finished an hour ago. Home now …

Declan: Jacking off to thoughts of your juicy wet lips wrapped tight around my aching cock.

I sucked in a breath, surprised, annoyed, and incredibly hot all at the same time. My fingers flew over the keyboard almost as quickly as my heart beat within my chest.

Sophie: DECLAN!!!!

Sophie: Good lord. What would happen if my grandparents found my phone? Do you want to send my grandpa back to the hospital?

Sophie: You can’t say stuff like that via text.

When my phone rang seconds later I knew exactly who was calling. “Seriously, you can’t say stuff like that via text,” I scolded before he spoke.

“Why not?”

“Because it’s … it’s not appropriate.”

“But it’s the truth. I’m holding my dick right now pretending you’re here with me.”

Before I could prevent it, a picture of him lying on his bed, his large hand pumping away at his magnificent cock jumped into my head.

Steadying my voice, I said, “Be that as it may, I’d be mortified if anyone came across my phone and saw those messages.”

“Why?” he asked, as if he really couldn’t understand the problem.

I groaned out loud, this time in exasperation. “You can’t honestly expect me to believe you don’t know why it might be embarrassing for someone to come across sexts from you on my phone?”

His tone and inflection matching my own, he asked, “You honestly don’t expect me to believe you haven’t sexted before, do you?”

When I didn’t answer, he laughed. “No fucking way! You’ve never sexted?”

“Umm …”

“Seriously?”

“Fine. You win. I’ve never sexted.”

“Oh, this is too perfect,” he muttered mischievously and I knew he was plotting to flood my phone with messages that could make a porn star blush.

I didn’t bother asking him not to do it because it would have been a useless request. I’d just have to make sure my phone never left my sight and erase them as they came in.

“Anyhow …” I said, hopefully drawing his attention from whatever wicked plans he was busily concocting. “What are you doing? Really?”

“I told you,” he answered, his voice going deep and gravelly. “I want to come with your voice in my ears.”

I sucked in a gulp of air and my body tingled all over, my nerve endings remembering the pleasure that followed Declan’s sexy dirty talk.

“You’re a fiend,” I whispered.

“And you love it.” He laughed and my stomach fluttered at the sound of it.

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