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But this wasn’t with Connor. Because I’d been sure enough that he wouldn’t care that he hadn’t been the one I sent the messages to.
I want to talk to him.Still dizzy and tipsy, I clutch my phone to my chest, the hazy satisfaction of my orgasm blurring away in the sudden ache of wanting the man I’m supposed to be marrying very soon.
There’s absolutely no reason why I should call him. He’s at his bachelor party tonight, and if I didn’t think he wanted a sexy photo of me, I’m even more sure he doesn’t want to talk to me. But the hastily drank champagne is taking effect, and I find myself blearily hitting his name in my contacts, holding the phone up to my ear.
“Saoirse?” He answers after the second ring, his voice hoarse and just a bit drunk too, and my heart leaps at the sound of it.
“Connor.”
“Why are you calling me? Aren’t you supposed to be eating dick lollipops or something with your friends?” His voice is faintly teasing and the slightest bit slurred, and it gives me a courage I didn’t have before.
It almost makes me wish Ihadsent him the picture.
“They werepenis cupcakes,” I tell him firmly. “And they’ve all been eaten. Everyone else is asleep.”
“But you’re still awake?”
“There was champagne to drink still.” I hiccup a little, and I hear a small chuckle on the other end of the line.
“Princess, I think you’re drunk.”
“Maybe.” I hiccup again. “I think I like it when you call me princess, actually.”
“Now Iknowyou’re drunk.”
“Probably,” I agree. “The cupcakes were much smaller than your dick.”
“I’m pleased to hear you remember it was bigger,” Connor says dryly. “Although right now it’s not in the state you remember.”
“Well, in about a week, we’ll change that.”
“Oh?” I hear an odd note in his voice.
“Our wedding night,” I remind him.
“Oh.” He repeats the word, but differently. “You’re right. One week.”
“You sound like you’re not looking forward to it.” I can’t keep a note of disappointment out of my voice.
“Oh I am, princess. But I was about to fall asleep before you called, and if I think too much about it, I’ll have to jerk off again.”
Again?I swallow hard. The conversation is taking a turn I hadn’t expected, and I know it’s because he’s drunk. “And you don’t want to?”
“I can only enjoy my own hand so many times before it gets old.”
“What if I did it with you?” The words come out before I can stop them. “We could both—”
“Where are you, princess?” There’s an edge to his voice that wasn’t there before. “In bed?”
“I’m—” For some reason, I tell him the truth. “I’m sitting on the bathroom floor, drinking champagne. Well, the champagne is gone now. But I was.”
“And the door is locked?”
“Yes.” My voice catches. “Are you going to—”
“Tell you what to do? I certainly am, princess. It sounds like you’ve been a bad girl, drinking champagne alone in the bathroom and thinking about me until you’re so drunk and wet that you called me in the middle of the night. That’s not a very virginal thing to do, now is it?”
“You’ve made me do a lot of things that weren’t veryvirginal,” I retort, my words slurring the tiniest bit.
