Page 38 of All Jacked Up

“Hello?” Her tone was hesitant when she answered after the second ring.

“Mornin’,” I replied.

I should have done this sooner. I’d wasted years not getting to hear her voice.

“Uh, good morning?” The way she said it was more like a question.

I leaned back in my chair. “Are you unsure if it’s good or not?”

Damn, my cock was getting hard again over her breathy laugh.

“No. I’m surprised. That’s all. You’ve never … called.”

I probably shouldn’t be now either, but she’d written somespicy sex shit, and I didn’t like knowing another man had inspired it. So, here I was, acting like a damn possessive idiot when I had no claim on her. I didn’t want a claim on her or any woman.

“Would you prefer I just texted?”

“No!” she said so quickly that it had me grinning. “I was just not expecting it.”

Yeah, well, you have really fucking pretty nipples, so here we are.

“What time do you start writing every day?” I asked her.

“I’m writing now,” she replied. “What are you doing?”

“Flying back from a delivery I had to do personally. About to land in Jackson.” Lie.I was in your room, watching you sleep.

“Oh, I didn’t think you could make calls on planes.”

“You can if it’s a private one.”

She let out another soft laugh.

Down, boy.

“I should have realized you wouldn’t be flying commercial.”

“I fly commercial on occasion,” I told her. “This was just business.”

“I see,” she replied just as the wheels hit the ground with a thud and we rushed to a stop on the runway.

“Landed.”

“I heard that.”

I unbuckled as the plane slowed, then glanced over at the book, picking it back up. “I had some reading material on my trip. Something new I thought I’d try.”

“And what was that?” she asked.

“You may know the author. It’s romance. And why didn’t I know that women read explicit shit?”

She said nothing. I waited, and I could faintly hear her breathing hitch.

“What did you read?” she asked with dread in her tone.

That had me smirking. She didn’t want me to know she’d written me into a book. I imagined that the innocent librarian she had me teaching pleasures to was her. And I wasn’t against that, it was thewhohad actually done those things to her that was pissing me off.

“I think you figured that out already. But I do have a complaint. His name. Couldn’t you have given me a better name?”

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