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“Seriously,” I say.
We both sober at the same time, settling into a comfortable quiet. I’ve still got the plug in my ass, but I don’t mind it. When I shift positions, it presses against my walls in a way that only reminds me of what we just did and sends pleasant jolts through my body.
“That was pretty amazing,” I say.
“Yeah.” Cameron sighs. “I don’t do this, you know. Have phone sex.”
“Could have fooled me. And, for the record, I don’t either.” I shrug even though I know Cameron can’t see me. “Also, for the record, I haven’t had many opportunities.”
My confession is met with a quiet hum. “I kind of guessed that,” Cameron whispers. “I mean, I can tell you’re probably not a virgin.”
I laugh. “No, I’m not, but there aren’t a lot of guys I click with, and I’m not really good at casual.”
“We seem to…click.”
“Yeah. We do. And I like that. I want to know you better, Cameron.”
“Me, too.”
We fall into that comfortable silence again, but I ruin it by yawning. “I should probably get to sleep.”
“I should as well.”
I hear some movement and assume Cameron is getting settled for the night.
“You know what?” Cameron asks. “Let’s keep talking until we fall asleep.”
I agree, and we talk in lazy whispers until I hear Cameron’s breathing deepen. He mumbles that he’ll see me in the morning, and I chuckle. It’s certainly going to be an interesting day in the jury box, that’s for sure.
For a moment, I think about hanging up, but I don’t. The sound of Cameron’s breath as he sleeps is surprisingly nice and gives me a warm feeling that radiates through my body. When I wake up in the morning, the call is still connected, and the first thing I hear is Cameron wishing me a good morning.
“I’ll see you soon,” he says when we hang up.
“Can’t wait,” I reply.
Cameron
The first thing I notice when I wake up is that I’m stuck to the top sheet of my bed. I’m lying face down, and as I move to sit up, my fingers brush against my phone. And then I hear it: a deep and steady inhale followed by a soft snore. My insides flutter, and a crazy, stupid grin spreads across my face.
I pick up my phone and confirm—even though I already knew it—that it’s Ty sleeping on the other end of the call. My mind floods with memories from the previous night, and what had been a bit of morning wood rises to full-blown hard-on. Which is remarkably uncomfortable because I’m glued to the top sheet and the hairs around my cock are just long enough to pull painfully when I move. I bite my lip to keep from making a sound as I peel the sheet from my skin because fuck! those suckers are stuck tight.
Once I’m free, I head to the bathroom for a shower, a quick jerk off—made all the quicker thanks to some incredible memories of phone sex with Ty—and then head back to the bedroom to get dressed.
From the deep breaths and snores coming from my phone, it seems Ty is still asleep. For a second, I think about trying to wake him. We both need to be at the courthouse by nine thirty, but I don’t know what his routine is or when he needs to get going. Also, though it might make me seem like a creeper, I’m enjoying listening to him sleep.
It amuses me to think that this was our first overnight with each other, but it won’t be the only one if I can help it. If last night was any indication, we’re going to be fire in bed together.
With that thought in mind, I look at the rumpled sheets on my bed and make a split-second decision to change them just in case I’m not alone tonight. Maybe I’m being too hopeful or thinking too much with my dick, but the trial might end today. If it does, Tyler and I will have our first official date, and I don’t want to risk him sleeping on cum-crusted bedding even if he’s partially responsible for them being that way.
Ten minutes later, I’m in my kitchen making a pot of coffee. I have no idea if Marney is around, but I make enough for the both of us and to fill up my brand-new travel mug.
“Knock, knock,” Marney calls from the top of the stairs. “Is that coffee I smell?”
She descends the spiral staircase, already dressed for work, but with her favorite mug in hand. I wave her over to the coffeemaker.
“Help yourself.” I try to keep my voice low, but either our voices roused Ty, or I missed him waking up, and the sounds from the other side of my phone include a jaw-breaking yawn and some lip smacking. Fuck. Just the sound of Ty—and when did he become “Ty” instead of “Tyler” in my thoughts?—waking up is enough to make my insides go all bubbly again and my dick twitch.
I scoop up my phone. “Morning, sweetheart,” I say as I press it to my ear. Marney turns to me and gives me heart eyes.
