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“Evan...”

“Fuck you. You got that? I’ll follow your fucking orders, but don’t think it’s because we’re friends. That ship has sailed.”

I limped out of the room and slammed the door. I should always know better than to trust any woman, anywhere.They all lie or cheat in one way or another.

CHAPTERTWELVE

Gypsy

I picked up the phone and pressed Evan’s name. I missed him and wanted to hear his voice badly. Even on my worst day, the sound of his voice would brighten my day. The phone rang in my ear as I closed the door. He was on duty tonight, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t have a little fun. I curled up on the bed, dressed in a nightie that made me feel cute.

“Hello,” he answered.

“Hi,” I replied with a smile on my face.

“Did you make it home okay?”

“Yes. I’m in bed now.” The roads were bad out, given the fresh layer of powder. It was sweet of him to worry.

I closed my eyes and moaned internally. The thought of him in bed with nothing on raced through my mind. I freed the lust-filled breath that had formed inside my mouth.

“Is that so?” he asked. “And what might you be wearing?” His words tingled in my ear.

“A negligee.” I arched my eyebrow.

“What color is it?”

“It’s black satin.”

I shuddered. And then I swallowed hard as I pictured him lying in bed sexily with the light glistening off his bronzed skin. My lips curled into a rueful smile.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes, why did you ask me that?”

“Because you’re breathing kind of hard over there.” He chuckled.

My tongue slid across my lips at the thought that followed his question. “I wish I were there with you.”

“Is that so? Prove it,” he replied.

I propped my phone up by my headboard, using the timer feature to snap several risqué pictures of my body in compromising positions. Then I waited a few moments for the images to go through. I heard him gasp and groan.

“Gypsy!” he shouted. “You’re a bad girl.”

I asked, “Is that proof enough for you?”

He moaned in my ear. “More than enough.”

“Tell me what you want to do with me.”

I picked up my bottled water and took a swig.

“Fill you all the way up,” he murmured sexily.

I started choking on the water before I was able to swallow it.

I cleared my throat as I gasped for air. I took a deep breath. He had me sweating, so I fanned my forehead with my hand. Tiny beads of sweat had suddenly formed along my temple.

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