One word made her wet. He was in a different country, and she was aroused like he was in bed with her. She was glad he wasn’t in Puerto Rico because she was horny enough to go to the airport immediately. Phone sex did sound more appealing than ever. She squeezed her legs together to ease the ache.

“Uh, what…were you thinking about?” She wanted to know, and she didn’t want to know. He was candid, and she had no idea what would co

me out of his mouth.

She heard his sheets rustle when he repositioned himself in his bed. “Are you sure you want to know, Cayla?” It was like he read her mind.

No. “Yes.” Her heart was pounding, and she let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

“Your bridesmaid’s dress.”

“My dress?” That was the last thing she’d expected him to say.

“Yes, you looked very sexy in it.” His voice dropped an octave. “I’d much rather slide it off your body and watch it fall on my bedroom floor, if I’m being honest. That is what I was thinking about, then I couldn’t sleep because I was too turned on.” He sighed. “So, I decided to call the source of my issue.”

Cayla ignored her upset nipples; they were extremely annoyed with her lack of a passport. “So, how big was your…issue?” What the hell? When did her brain turn into late night Cinemax? She was mortified about her apparent diarrhea of the mouth.

A sexy chuckle emitted from the speaker of her phone. “Did you just low key ask me about the size of my junk?”

Cayla blushed in the dark. “I was just trying to get a clear picture of the overall issue.”

“I see. Hold on, okay?” She heard Dex moving around and wondered what he was doing. Maybe it was time for a bathroom break. She heard the sheets rustle again before he returned. “Do you have Snapchat?”

Cayla nodded, happy about the change of subject. “Yes. Have you been sharing all of your adventures in Spain?”

“Uh huh. What’s your username?” They exchanged information and connected. Cayla figured he was a new user since his profile picture was still the little ghost. There was a lull in the conversation; Dex was probably looking at her Snaps. Cayla searched her memory to recall what she’d posted. She’d only posted one selfie in the car with the flower headband. Good.

A notification alert popped up informing her that she had a Snap from Dex. She tapped the little blue chat bubble and waited for the Snap to load. A picture popped up and Cayla was quite sure drool rolled down her chin. In fact, she was so mystified that her phone slid out of her hand and made a resounding “thunk” when it hit her in the face. Ouch. She bought the phone back to her ear.

“Dex. You sent me a dick pic! In real life?” she asked as she rubbed her face and prayed she didn’t have a bruise. Her brain caught up with her mouth and she cringed. She hated using the “D” word.

“Yes,” he answered unabashed. “Asked and answered. You have another ten seconds to see it again unless you take a screenshot. Cayla swiped her screen. Dex chuckled a few seconds later. “It notifies me when you do that.”

Cayla smiled to herself. “I know. Just know I have perfect blackmail material.”

“Or masturbation material,” Dex supplied. “Let me know when you do. I’d love to hear about it. Or watch.”

Cayla’s blood pressure spiked, and she squirmed in her bed. She couldn’t shake the image of Dex watching her pleasuring herself while he stroked himself. It was easier to imagine than it was ten minutes ago thanks to the picture burning up her phone. He made her lustful, and she didn’t like it.

“What’s your goal here, Dex?” She heard him yawn and stretch and immediately imagined his muscles flexing with each move, his strong thighs shifting him in a different position, his hardness lying against his belly like it was in the photo. Damn.

“I have many goals, but at least one should be obvious by now,” he continued when she didn’t respond. “I want you. I’m dying to taste you and give you pleasure with my tongue.” Cayla bit her lip to keep from moaning. “Then I want to bury myself deep inside of you and feel you cum all around me.” Cayla wasn’t sure if it was possible to have an orgasm from suggestions, but she was certain Dex had the power to make her find out.

“I can’t orgasm from intercourse.” That’s it! She was taking her battery out and not talking on the phone for the next week.

Dex scoffed. “That’s not true sweetheart, they just weren’t doing it right.”

“No, really, I read an article once…”

“And the person who wrote the article was a bitter man or woman who either didn’t know what they were doing or haven’t met the right person,” Dex interjected dismissively. “You can and will. Trust me.”

Cayla felt suddenly tired. She’d gotten closer to Dex in a ten-minute phone call than she had over the last few months they’d known each other. At this rate, she’d jump him at the airport. She could not and would not be the conquest of another self-centered man.

“I’ll be home in time for Valentine’s day.” His announcement brought her back to the present. “Do you want to be my date?”

If her hormones were in charge they would say, “Skip the date and meet me at my house.” But, her brain decided to show up instead. “Dex, we talked about this at the wedding.”

“We didn’t discuss much. You made a statement, and I dismissed it. I don’t know what happened in the past, but I know we have tangible chemistry that we should explore.” Dex yawned before continuing, “Three weeks Cayla. Have some wet dreams about me.”

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