Page 81 of Cruel Prep (Princes of Ravenlake Academy 1)

Then, for reasons I don’t understand, I grab my phone and search for Finn’s name in my contacts.

“Lily?”

Before I can formulate a plan, Finn answers and says my name, effectively scrambling my wits.

My mouth falls open, and I realize the problem with my plan: Finn isn’t a calming presence. Nothing about being with him or talking to him calms me down. It scrambles my brain to complete mush.

“Hello?” he says again. I can’t be sure, but I think I sense a hint of nervousness in his voice.

“Oh, hi,” I say, as though I’m surprised he is on the other end of the line.

He lets out a small breath. “What’s going on? Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m—”Fine. Except, I’m not. Even less so now. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to call you. Butt dial.”

There is a long pause, and embarrassment mixes with the panic already in my chest, and I feel like I’m going to combust.

“Well, anyway, sorry again. I’m going to go and—”

“So soon?” I can hear the smirk in his voice.

“Do you want to talk?” I can’t hide my own surprise.

“Kind of. What are you wearing?”

Heat drops low in my belly at the familiar tone of his voice. I’ve heard it before, and it always ends with one or both of us naked. “I just got back from a run.”

“You’re sweaty?”

My face flames, and I’m grateful he can’t see how easily my body responds to him. “Yes. Very.”

“I just got out of the shower,” he says, and I think I hear a door closing somewhere on the other end of the phone. “I’m in my room, wearing a pair of shorts.”

“No shirt?” I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’ve never had phone sex. I’m not even sure what it entails. But I know that I am desperate to see Finn without a shirt on. His body is broad and lean, and I love feeling the hard edges of him under my fingers.

“No shirt,” he confirms. “Are you in a sports bra?”

“A gray one. With black running shorts.” I want to be sexy, but thinking about running has me back on the trail, back with those bikers, running for my life. I want to get out of these clothes. “But I’m taking them off now.”

“Please do.”

I lift my hips and push the material down my legs, grateful to be rid of them. “Now I’m in my thong.”

He groans. “Do you wear thongs often? I’ve never seen you in one.”

“Sometimes. Sometimes I don’t wear any panties when I run.”

“Lily…” he says softly.

I’m surprised to find that I’m bolder when Finn isn’t directly in front of me. When I can’t see his blue eyes on me, when I’m not worried about what he thinks of my body or what I’m doing, I can say exactly what I want. I thought talking to him on the phone would be hard, but turns out, it’s easier.

“Does that make you hard?” I ask boldly. “Does the idea of me bare get you hot?”

“Youmake me hot.”

Maybe I’m not the only one willing to be bolder over the phone. I can’t imagine Finn saying something like that to my face.

“Then touch yourself,” I command. “Wrap your hand around your shaft and stroke. Slowly.”

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