Page 5 of A Novel Seduction

Evie: Yes

He was shocked by her brazen admission, and yet her words set him on fire. He was instantly hard thinking of Evie, curled up with her book, thinking of him instead of whatever swoony hero was depicted on the page. He needed to hear her voice. Hitting the little phone icon on his screen, he dialed her number, thrilled when she answered on the first ring.

“Drake?”

“Are you touching yourself now?”

“Drake!”

“It’s a fair question, Evie,” he said, hoping he sounded flirtatious and teasing. “What are you wearing?”

“Clothes,” she answered simply. He could hear the hesitancy in her voice. He didn’t want her to get all shy on him now.

“You just admitted to me that you touched yourself while thinking of me. I think you can tell me what you’re wearing…”

“I don’t know why I did that,” she muttered. Drake wasn’t sure, though, if that was directed at him or herself. “Why, what are you wearing?”

“My skivvies,” he said with a sly smile.

“You’re in just your underwear?” she asked, sounding nervous.

“You don’t ever hang out in just your panties?”

“Only when I’m in bed.”

“Well, that’s where I am. Care to join me?”

“In your bed?!” she exclaimed, whisper-shouting, even though he was sure she was alone in her apartment.

“I was thinking you’d climb into your bed, but if you wanna come over here…”

“No, no.” She paused. “But I guess I could go get in mine.”

Drake could hear a shuffling coming from the other end of the line that he assumed was her getting undressed and into bed. After a moment of brief rustling noises coming over the line, she returned.

“Okay, I’m in bed.”

“In just your panties?” he asked, curious if she actually went through with it.

“No…I…ummm…I took those off too…”

Oh fuck. She was naked—completely naked. Drake hadn’t thought it was possible to get any harder than he was after hearing her admit that she played with herself while thinking of him, until now. He was rock hard, and he wanted nothing more than to release his length from the constraint of his boxer briefs.

“Do you want me to take mine off?”

“If you want,” she answered.

Slipping the phone between his shoulder and ear, Drake quickly slid off his briefs and kicked them to the floor. He hadn’t felt this excited in a long time—not since before a freak injury turned his life upside down. Grabbing his phone again with his left hand, his right hand immediately found his cock and started to stroke it.

“Tell me, Evie, what is it about these dirty books that you like so much?”

“Stop calling them that! They are beautiful love stories. It’s not just about the sex. It’s about the emotion and passion between two people who deeply care about each other.”

“And the dirty bits are just an extra?”

“Yes.”

“An extra you really, really like,” he teased.