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I grinned. “You made me.”
“You got it all over your abs, too.” A frustrated whimper escaped her. “If I were there, I’d lick you clean.”
“Fuck.” The naughty image she’d planted in my head made my half-hard cock pulse. “You’re so sexy. I can’t wait to see you again.”
“Me neither,” she said. “I better let you go, sexy boy. You’ve got a big game tomorrow.”
I sighed. I didn’t want to hang up, I wanted her in my ear until I fell asleep—but she was right. I needed my sleep.
“Night, babe,” I said. “Miss you.”
“Goodnight.” In her voice, I could hear her smile. “Miss you, too.”
I hung up, powered off my phone, and cleaned up.
For athletes who are always on the road, it can be hard to feel close to your girl when she was thousands of miles away. Some couples can’t survive the distance. But all the older married guys with happy wives will always swore up and down, the key to a successful relationship when you spend so much time on the road was phone sex.
We weren’t evenonthe road—Ainsley was just a block and a half away—and we were already having phone sex that was hotter than a lot of therealsex I’d had in my life.
I rolled over and shut my eyes, a dumbstruck smile plastered across my face.
Man, I think I found my girl today.
36
Ainsley
Knock knock.
Roused from a deep slumber, my groggy eyes slowly cracked open.The window blinds were flooded with light from the bright morning sun. My bed was so comfortable, I didn’t feel likeevergetting up.
Heck, I was so comfortable, I started to convince myself that maybe, justmaybe,that knock I’d heard was actually part of a dream. I closed my eyes, and started to drift right back to sleep, when—
Knock knock.
Oops. No. That knock wasn’t a dream, it was real. I kicked the covers off and threw a cover-up over my pajamas and hurried to the door. I wasn’t sure who it could be—my heart beat excitedly, my hopes sky high as I thought,who else could it be?! It’s Tanner!
Unable to contain my eager smile, I swung the door open—but it wasn’t Tanner, it was a room service waiter. But I couldn’t stay disappointed for long, because the waiter carried a silver tray crowded with mouthwatering breakfast plates.
“Good morning, Mrs. Vaughn,” the waiter said. “May I come in?”
Mrs. Vaughn? I could definitely get used to that,I thought. And now I wasdefinitelysmiling like a doofus.
I opened the door wide and stepped to the side. “Yes, of course.”
The waiter entered my room and carefully unloaded the plates onto the table, one by one, announcing each dish. “Avocado toast. Mixed greens salad. Blueberry pancakes topped with toasted coconut and almond streusel. Scrambled eggs with smoked salmon, garlic and herb cream cheese, scallions, grilled vine-ripened tomatoes, and capers.” He turned to me with a polite smile. “Is there anything else I can get for you, Mrs. Vaughn?”
“No, that’s definitely plenty!” I said with an astonished laugh.
The waiter handed me a sealed envelope. “Ah, one last thing: a note from Mr. Vaughn.”
I saw the waiter out the door. Once he was gone I quickly tore the envelope open and pulled out a memo written on the hotel’s heavy weight stationery. It read:
“Morning, beautiful.
Wishing I could be there. Nothing in the world I want more than to have breakfast in bed with you …
xoxo
