Page 54 of Jilted

Those dots started moving again, then stopped. Thirty seconds later, my phone rang.

Wilder spoke before I could even say hello. “We arenotdoing that shit before our wedding.”

The gravelly sound of his voice woke up the butterflies in my belly, but the thought of having sex with Wilder at all sent them fluttering still lower.

I laughed. “And here I thought I was the only one who made wedding plans before there was even a proposal.”

“I don’t give two shits about the when and where, but I care about being cut off from having you beneath me.”

“Beneath you? What if I’m more of an on-top girl?”

Wilder groaned. “You’re killing me, Cupcake.”

I couldn’t stop smiling. “Why are you up so late? It’s after two there, isn’t it?”

“I wanted to see you.”

My heart melted. “You stayed up to watch my show? That’s so sweet.”

Wilder went silent for a minute. I thought we might’ve gotten disconnected. “Hello?”

“Yeah,” he said. “I’m here. Was just debating sharing something. But I think it might be better if I didn’t.”

“Well, now youhaveto share.”

“I don’t know if you’re going to like it.”

“Tell me anyway.”

“I wanted to watch your show, but it’s not because I’m sweet, Sloane.”

“Okay…”

“I’ve been feeling sort of frustrated the last few weeks. You know, not dating and all. So I thought I might… take care of business while watching.”

My eyes bulged. “You masturbated to my show?”

“I didn’t. I felt like too much of a piece of shit. But that had been my plan. I figured phone sex was out of the question since you hadn’t agreed to a date with me yet.”

A vision of Wilder sitting in his bed, carved eight-pack on display, hand wrapped around his thick… “Oh my God.” I covered my mouth. “That’s hot.”

His voice lowered a few octaves. “Oh yeah?”

A nervous giggle escaped. “You don’t happen to have a show of your own I can watch?”

He chuckled. “No, but I’m sure you can find plenty of clips from my playing days.”

I could do that…This time it was me who went silent. But I hadn’t realized until Wilder spoke again.

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?”

“Oh my God.” I swallowed. “We need to change the subject.”

“It won’t be half as fun, but if that’s what you want…” He paused. “How about we talk about your trip to London? The wedding is in a week and a half. You haven’t given me an answer about coming in a few days early.”

I’d thought about his offer enough, but hadn’t decided. I wasn’t so sure I could trust myself alone around Wilder for a few days. Especially now that I was planning my Google search for after we got off the phone. I wanted to take the next step with him, but I was afraid. “I have a few work things I’m not sure about the timing of,” I lied. “Can I let you know in a day or two?”

“Sure.” Wilder’s voice was throaty, sexy as hell, but he sounded exhausted.

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