Page 141 of Breaking the Pucking Rules

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Kodie Rivers: You have no idea, Troublemaker.

Kodie Rivers: Where are you?

Casey Watson: At home. In bed.

My stomach tumbles and everything south of my waist clenches.

Kodie Rivers: Wearing?

I suck in a deep breath as I debate whether to lie or not.

Casey Watson: Tank and panties.

Kodie Rivers: With my number on?

I giggle as happinesswashes through me.

I always suspected Kodie was my perfect man. I just never could have imagined he’d be this perfect.

Casey Watson: Maybe…

Casey Watson: What about you? Where are you and what are you wearing?

He doesn’t reply as quickly this time, leaving me on edge.

He’d better not be about to tell me that he put his daughter to bed and then went out with the guys.

Kodie Rivers: In bed.

Kodie Rivers: Naked.

“Yesss.”

Kodie Rivers: And hard as a fucking rock.

All the air comes rushing out of my lungs.

This man.

This fucking man.

Kodie Rivers: What about you?

Casey Watson: What about me?

A coy smile pulls at my lips as I wait for his response.

Kodie Rivers: Spread your thighs, baby.

Unable to do anything but what I’m told, my knees fall to the mattress.

Kodie Rivers: Good girl. Now push your hand inside your panties and tell me how wet you are for me.

Jesus.

I’ve dabbled with a little phone sex in the past, but it has never been anything like this.

I swear to God, I’m about to combust from just reading his words.

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