Page 72 of Harrison's Wedding

I groan softly when I read her response.

Of course. I’ll just be here with my hand down my pants and keeping myself on edge until you’re ready for me.

“Everything okay, Harrison?” Gabriel asks.

I can feel the heat rushing to my face as I fight the erection that I’m about a millisecond from getting because I know I’ll never live it down if I do.

I clear my throat and respond, “Uh, yeah. Heather wants me to call her when we get to the hotel.”

“She ‘wants you to call her,’ huh?” Sebastian smirks at me. “I bet she does.”

“Shut up. I haven’t seen her in a week.” I nudge him with my elbow as I type a reply.

Are you trying to tease me, angel?

I can’t stop the smile that comes to my face as I wait for her reply. I’ve missed her so much, and I get to see her tomorrow.

Maybe. Do you feel teased?

I shift again but torment myself by responding when I know I could simply lock my phone instead.

Considering I’m trying very hard not to get an erection in front of our friends, I’d say that I do. But, if I can’t do anything about my arousal, neither should you. Hand out of your pants, angel.

Her response is almost immediate.

Now who’s teasing who?

The man who’s hoping very much that he’ll receive a picture of you lying naked in a bed by the time he gets to his hotel.

I lock my phone immediately and slip it into my pocket, even though I turned off picture previews for texts years ago. The last thing I need is for a naked picture of Heather to appear on my screen at an inappropriate time.

It feels as though my phone is burning a hole in my pocket, and I can barely focus by the time we arrive at the hotel. As soon as we make it through a massive group of paparazzi here to cover the charity event, I pull my phone out and smile when a notification shows up on the screen telling me that Heather has sent me a picture.

The time it takes to check in and get to our hotel suites feels interminable. Finally, I’m inside mine and I quickly unpack my suitcase before I lie on the bed. I unlock my phone and Heather’s picture comes up.

My cock stiffens at the sight of her. She’s in some hotel room, looking perfect and sexy, with every inch of her creamy skin exposed. I’m guessing she used the timer to take the picture because the frame includes the whole bed and she’s lying slightly off-center in the picture.

Her legs are spread for me, she’s biting her lip, and is squeezing her breasts with her hands. I resist the urge to immediately start masturbating, and I save the picture in my phone before deleting it from our messages.

Finally, I call her, and she sounds slightly breathless as she answers. “Hi, honey.”

“Very nice picture, angel,” I tell her.

“I’m glad you liked it,” she says, her voice soft and seductive, making me ache to be with her.

I unzip my jeans and reach my hand under the waistband of my briefs to grasp my rock-hard erection.

“I did. I saw your pussy was wet. Are you fingering yourself?” I ask as I begin to slowly stroke myself.

“You told me to get my hand out of my pants,” she laughs. “I kept my end of the bargain. It’s just the thought of having your cock in my mouth that’s got me so wet.”

My cock twitches at the thought of her lips being wrapped around it, and I tell her in a husky voice, “Ah, fair enough. Well, there’s nothing stopping you now, angel. I’m stroking myself, wishing my hand was your mouth, and I want to hear you come.”

Heather moans, and I know without her telling me that she’s rubbing her clit. I wish she was here with me so that we could be doing this in person.

“Are you fingering yourself, angel?”

“Yes, honey,” she pants.

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