Page 126 of Off Season

I quickly look around as if someone else can see myphone screen. As if there’s anyone else in the hallway. “What are you doing?”

“You said you wanted phone sex. I’m giving it to you.”

She’s now naked from the waist down. I immediately harden. Grabbing onto myself, I moan, “Fuck, now I have a pink cigar situation.”

She licks her lips suggestively. “Hmm. I wish I could smoke that cigar right now.”

I moan, “Kammm.”

“This is what you wanted.”

“I’m in the hallway, not my room.”

She raises an eyebrow. “I let you fuck me in the ass on a balcony overlooking an entire resort of people in Jamaica. You can stick your hand down your pants in an empty hallway.”

Well…when she puts it like that.

Sliding my hand into my shorts, I instruct, “Toca tu coño rosado. Quiero verte correrte.”Touch your pink pussy. I want to watch you come.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

KAMRYN

Ihear my sister’s alarm go off, so I walk into her room and slip into bed with her. She stretches as she turns to me and sleepily croaks out, “Good morning.”

“Good morning. What are you up to today?”

She yawns as she considers my question. “Oh, I have a meeting with Reagan Daulton and then I’m spending the afternoon with Tanner.”

“Ooh. Tapping Daddy in the afternoon. How modern-day romance of you. Are you going to give the hot poultice to the Irish toothache?”

She shakes her head. “I honestly have no idea what that means.”

I let out a laugh. “Cheetah would know.”

She rubs my arm. “Are you two together?”

I shake my head. “Have you seen metogetherwith anyone since Dakota? As I’ve told you before, we’re casual fuck buddies. The sex is incredible. I’m not in a rush for it to end.”

“Have youcasuallyfucked anyone since he’s been gone all month?”

It’s been alongmonth without him.

I’m silent, and she sighs. “It’s okay to admit that you have real feelings for him. I know he has real feelings for you.”

I roll my eyes. “Whatever.”

“When you’re ready to admit it to yourself, you can admit it to me too. There’s no shame in it, Kam.”

I don’t want to talk about this with her. “Are you going to admit how often Daddy Tanner ties you up?”

She winks at me. “All the fudging time, and I love every second of it.”

I smile. “It’s funny how adults told us growing up not to bite, lick, slap, or pull hair, and now it’s all we want to do.”

She giggles. “Truth.”

A few hours later,I’m sitting on my couch, staring at my phone in complete and total shock.

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