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“Oh my god, you guys are too adorable.” Fran claps her hands together, eyes flitting toward the bar. “We need shots!”
CHAPTER 30
DALLAS
With my towel wrapped around my waist, I relax back onto the bed, propping myself up on the pillows, smirking at my phone as I wait for my girl to pick up the FaceTime request.
After dinner, we had a team meeting in the conference room at the hotel we’re staying at, and then I came up here and had a shower. When Robbie went into the bathroom after me, I not so subtly told him to take all the time in the world unless he wants to walk back out to me on the phone with my dick in my hand. So he took his phone in with him, then I heard the huge tub start to fill up.
“Hey!”
I feel my smile almost split my face in two at the sight of Emily filling my screen.
Like me, she’s in bed, wearing a light pink tank top. My eyes scan the angry looking scar there on her chest where her chemo line use to be, and with everything I have, I wish I could press my lips to it. A kiss isn’t going to make it better, but I just want her to know that she’s beautiful, scars and all.
As if she can feel my eyes on the scar, Emily rubs her fingers over it, almost as if she’s trying to hide it from me, and I hatethat. But this is all a process. And instead of mentioning anything, I force my eyes back to hers with a grin. “Hey, Goldie.”
“Hey, you…” She looks a little closer, quirking a brow. “No shirt, huh?”
“No pants, either.” I waggle my eyebrows.
“Dallas,” she chides. “Don’t you share a room?”
“Yeah, but it’s just Mason,” I say nonchalantly, “and he’s in the bathroom.”
A comfortable silence settles between us, and I can tell exactly what she’s thinking as her cheeks flush a soft pink, her teeth clamping down on that plump bottom lip.
“I miss you, baby.”
She deadpans. “You literally saw me today.”
“I don’t know if you know this or not, Goldie…” I lower my voice to a whisper, pulling the phone even closer. “But I’m kind of obsessed with you.”
That flush blooms into a full-blown blush, and my grin turns smug because I did that to her.
“How was dinner?” Emily asks after a few moments, and I know what she’s trying to do. But not on my watch.
“We’re not FaceTiming to talk about my dinner, baby.”
She bites down on that bottom lip again, and I notice her chest hitch with a deep breath.
“What are you wearing with the cute little tank top?” I arch a brow.
With the slightest hesitation, I see her gaze flit to the side, probably checking her door is locked. And then she shifts against her pillows, getting comfortable, and my dick twitches with anticipation.
“I’m wearing matching shorts,” she says softly.
“Show me.”
Her eyes flare from the deep tone of my request, but she complies, flipping her camera to show her bent legs, and Fuck. Me. Shorts? More like panties. They sit low on her hips, showing off just a hint of her stomach, and they’re cut high inthe leg, her delicious thighs on full display, just kissing at the very apex.
My dick springs to life, and instinctively I unravel the towel, leaving it covering just enough so that if Mason walks out of the bathroom unexpectedly, he won’t cop a total full frontal, but open enough for me to easily wrap my hand around the shaft and give myself a slow, firm stroke.
“Spread your legs.”
The camera flips again, and I’m met with an unimpressed look on Emily’s face. “Are you serious right now?”
This time, it’s me who flips my camera, giving her full view of my hand on my cock, gripping it tighter with each stroke. “Do I look serious?” I mutter through gritted teeth. “This is what you do to me, baby.”
