Page 61 of Not A Chance

Swiping out of the chat, I hedged my bets and video called Indie. Texting wasn’t enough. I wanted to see and hear her.

She just needed to pick up.

After the second ring, her lovely face appeared on my screen. Her usual subtle makeup had been washed off. She’d tied her hair up and had changed out of her work clothes into those tempting, paper-thin black tank top pajamas that I’d noticed she preferred over everything else.

Indie looked more perfect to me in these unguarded moments than any other way.

“To what do I owe this torture of a phone call? And video, Theo? Really?” Her lack of greeting might have worried some, but I’d been hungrily gobbling up every detail about her for a few months now. The first thing I saw was the smile in the corners of her mouth that she was trying to hide.

“I wanted to see you. I had to leave while you were still sick. Itfelt wrong, especially with the way the schedule has the team away for longer than normal.” My words leaving no doubt about the fact that she mattered to me, I watched her face closely for her reaction.

Her gaze skirted to the side briefly before she looked back into her phone’s camera, rolling her eyes.

“I appreciate what you did, Theo. But Icantake care of myself, you know. I’ve been fine on my own for ages.”

Too long.She’s been doing this since she was a kid.

Knowing Indie was fiercely independent meant that I had to walk a very fine line between offering her support while trying not to be overbearing.

“I know, baby. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to be there for you.” I didn’t want her to misunderstand me. It would just be another reason for her to keep me at a distance. And I wanted many more of the softer moments with Indie now that I’d had a small taste of her more vulnerable side.

“I’m not your baby,” she replied automatically.

“I dunno about that. The way you rode me in your bed made you feel exactly likemine. And don’t forget the way you used the length and ridges of my cock as your own personal sex toy slip n’ slide,” I argued, licking my lips while reliving the visual of her above me.

“Theo!” A slight pinkening of her cheeks and a sharp intake of breath contrasted her scolding tone.

Hmm. How much did Indie like dirty talk? I’d never been one to say much with other women I’d been with, often in a hurry to get off and get out.

But Indie made me want to dive into every way I could draw pleasure out of her. If I couldn’t act on these urges thousands of miles away from her, I wanted her tohearthem.

So I carried on as if she hadn’t half-heartedly tried to shut me up.There was no hint of shame in my tone as I continued.

“God, I want to do that again. And I didn’t even get to taste you that time. I’ve had ten days of fantasies piling up in my mind. I want to take you in every position possible until we’re covered in our come.” I groaned, letting my head fall back for a moment while I enjoyed the visual in my mind.

When I refocused on my phone screen, her eyes were wide with surprise or shock. Maybe she hadn’t done anything like this with anyone before. I sure as shit hadn’t. Aside from the fact I didn’t have the desire to, I could never trust the person on the other end wasn’t recording my call to sell to some media outlet for a huge payout.

Trusting Indie was as easy as breathing. Well, even easier than breathing right now, considering the way she could have me panting with lust just by seeing her freshly washed face and those tiny straps of her silky tank top.

Fuck, if shewantedto record my voice saying dirty shit to her, I’d record an audiobook’s worth of filth for her to replay. As long as she was picturingmewringing out the pleasure from her body, I wanted her to listen on repeat.

“Theo.” Her voice came out as a whisper. She closed her eyes briefly to take a deep breath.

I used my hand not holding the phone to press against my now rock-solid length in an attempt to get some relief. I’d have to have another shower when I got off the phone with her. There was no way I could go to sleep like this.

Her gaze moved to my shoulder and down to the corner of the screen where my arm ended. She couldn’t see what I was doing exactly.

“Are you touching yourself right now?” Indie’s voice came out stronger, if raspier than before.

“What if I am?” I dared her.

She looked straight into the camera again.

“Show me.” She grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

A jittery type of adrenaline ran through my veins. The thrill of having Theo’s undivided attention transformed into white-hot lust when I saw the small movements of his shoulder and arm in the bottom corner of my screen.

I knew instantly he was touching himself. And I’d told him to show me before my brain realized what my mouth was doing.

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