Page 68 of Icing the Enemy

“Chicken. Just put the kennel in the bathroom.”

“Okay.”

I do as he asks because I really want to see Corbin get himself off. My core tugs, feeling heavy with desire. When I get back on the bed, he demands, “Take your tank off and play with your tits.”

When he can see skin but not my breasts, he says, “Make circles around the edge of your nipples. Show me, baby. Oh fuck, they’re more perfect than I remember.”

The more he talks dirty, their weight feels heavier. And need builds in my core as I watch the screen shake from him stroking himself.

“Can I see it? Please,” I beg.

He angles the camera phone where I can see his hand going up and down but doesn’t show the head of it. “Pinch your nipples, think about me sucking them. Licking them.”

“I wish you were marking me, like you did,” I strain as I drop my phone, needing my firecracker rubbed.

Soon, neither of us can talk, each breath labored. The sound of him makes me climax first. I mean when Corbin Shearer is talking dirty and struggling to choke out your name, who wouldn’t go off first. Only a minute later, creamy lava coats his hand and abs.

“I wish we were together,” I say as I put my tank back on and change my panties.

“I’ll be home tomorrow, and we need to talk. I have things to say that need to be said in person. Get some sleep and don’t forget to bring Dixie into bed. I don’t like you being by yourself.”

“I’ve been alone, completely alone for the last three years in a not so good neighborhood. I think I can handle living in a mansion in a hoity-toity community.”

“I know you’re capable of taking care of yourself, baby. I just don’t want you having to.” He looks into the phone and runs his hand through his hair.

“Night.”

I go to bed a nervous wreck as sleep evades me, thinking about what he has to say. After what Becca told me about her relationship with her husband, I know I need to confront this now and not wait until there is no chance of getting through it. Tomorrow afternoon can’t come soon enough.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

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One of mysponsors calls and asks if I can do a commercial. They have an opportunity in LA that came up. They said it will raise awareness about dog fighting, so I have to rearrange my flight and not travel back with the team, which also means I won’t see Oakley for three days.

Me: Did you find a dog sitter?

Oakley: Not yet. I can’t just trust anyone with Dixie. Why?

Me: I won't be home for three more days. I have to shoot a commercial and then head to Florida for the game tomorrow. I want you to come.

Oakley: Do you think Becca would come over to stay?

Me: Yeah but you’ll need someone to let Dixie out during the day.

Oakley: Okay, what about the director of the animal shelter? Would she know someone?

Me: On it.

I make a call to the animal shelter, and the director suggests that Dixie stay at the shelter during the day while Becca works. So when I get off the plane at LAX, I call Oakley to make sure she’s in agreement before I book Oakley’s flight to Florida.

“Sounds good. I honestly don’t understand how you do everything you do,” Oakley says with pure sincerity.

“Growing up, there were so many of us and so many chores that all of us older kids learned how to multitask. I’m booking your flight. I’ll send the details.” I pause, wanting to say so much but also don’t want to say it over the phone. “Oakley, I can’t wait to see you.”

“It’s only been two days.”

“Two days too long.”

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