Page 84 of Champagne Fizz

His shirt is pulled up and his Superman abs are on display. But that’s not the sexiest part of the picture. Oh no, it’s the fact that his pants are unbuttoned and his hand is beneath the fabric.

My mouth dries up.

Simon’s holding his—

Kendall:Oh wow, uh…

The throb between my legs is on fire.

Kendall:I’m way too hot just looking at that …

I peek at the photo again and my breath shallows.

Simon:Was I supposed to have a different reaction when you sent your photo?

Lady Lada practically faints. He’s right. It’s only fair that he’s making me just as hot as I made him. Yet, this feels reckless. What am I doing?

Kendall:Are you actually touching yourself?

Simon:Call me if you want to listen. I kind of need this hand right now.

Oh—!

I glance at the picture of Simon with his hand down his pants. Those gorgeous stomach muscles are taut, and everything about this situation begs for me to touch myself in response.

That’s whathe’sdoing right now.

He’s looking at a topless picture of me and he’s—

I get up and walk inside my apartment, heading for the couch as my hand flicks open the top button of my shorts. He’s on the opposite side of the city. There’s no safer way to become more comfortable with him.

I hit the dial button.

I didn’t actually do that did I? I’m hallucinating right now. I’m not actually—

Only the line picks up, and I hear Simon on the other end.

“Kendall?” he pants out, the heat in his voice so intense Lady Lada gets out her slip n’ slide.

“I—um, uh … hi,” I mumble, pushing my shorts down my hips. “I’ve never really done this.”

“I know,” Simon says breathlessly. “Put your phone on speaker,” he instructs. “Then you can use your hands.”

A whimper escapes me.

“Are we really doing this?” I whisper.

“I can’t touch you, Kendall. All I can do is hear you. You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. You can just listen to me.”

Oh starbursts and lemonade!

Wow.

“H-hold on,” I say hoarsely, “let me switch to my speaker function.”

I click the proper buttons and place my phone on the coffee table next to the couch. Thank goodness the lights are already off in my apartment and I’m doing this in the dark. I don’t think I could handle it with the lights on.

“I’m, uh …” I say, shimmying out of my panties. “I’m taking the rest of my clothes off, so I’m, uh, naked.”

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