Page 144 of On the Breakaway

He’s sprawled across his bed with his back against the headboard, shirtless and freshly showered, his hair still damp. The glasses he only wears at home rest low on his nose.

No man should be allowed to look that good while doing absolutely nothing.

“Hey, Chaos.” His smile turns smug. “It kind of looks like you like me.”

I groan. “You FaceTime me half-naked with those glasses on and expect me not to drool. It’s not a fair fight.”

“You’re right, it’s not fair.” His eyes sparkle. “You should obviously be half-naked, too.”

My breath hitches, and I glance around the empty room as if someone might’ve overheard him.

“You’ve lost your mind.”

“C’mon, you’re the one who said it wasn’t fair.”

I roll my eyes, but also feel myself rising to his challenge. He thinks he’s holding the cards.

Well, two can play at that game.

I glare at him, shifting the phone to one hand, while the other slides my underwear down my legs off camera.

“There,” I say, smirking right back.

“You don’t look half-naked to me.”

“That’s because you’re looking at the wrong half.” I lift my hand, dangling my underwear in front of the camera. Satisfaction courses through me when his eyes darken.

He adjusts himself, and the camera shifts down, teasing me with his abs on display.

“You mean to tell me that your pussy is bare right now, baby?”

“It’s a shame you’re not here to enjoy it.”

“And if I were there?” His voice is gravelly.

“You’d feel exactly how wet I am.”

He groans, his arm moving off camera. “How wet are you?”

“So. Wet.” I slide my fingers through my slit, circling my clit once.

“Shit.” The camera shakes as he adjusts again, sitting up higher. “Can I see?”

I raise my fingers, turning them so that they glisten in the light.

He drops his head back. “That’s not what I meant.”

“I know what you meant,” I smirk, an idea forming. “Where’s my thong you refuse to give back?"

His tongue darts out, wetting his bottom lip as he reaches over to his nightstand, pulling it out.

Heat flares up my spine, knowing that he’s been keeping it right there all along.

I slide my fingers back down my body, head tilting back against the pillow when I dip them into me.

“Fuck,” he hisses under his breath.

“Why do you have my panties within arm’s reach, Grayson?”