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"What do you think? That I’ve got Hernandez and Pendleton crowded around listening? Of course I’m alone. I wouldn’t have called you if I wasn’t."
Katie’s cheeks burned, yet some primal urge hummed inside her, demanding she see where this could lead.
"Hey we can FaceTime if that helps prove that it’s just me," he offered.
"No! Let’s just...talk. Except...I don’t even know what to say. I‘ve never done anything like this before."
"Mmmmm, a phone sex virgin. No worries baby, I’ll wal—talkyou through it."
She giggled, not because the joke was super funny, but because he had that uncanny ability to cut through her nerves and uplift her mood.
"So, then let’s just go ahead and start with a classic opener: What are you wearing?" he asked.
Katie guffawed at the cliche line.Was this really happening?
"Seriously," Landon said, his voice catching her attention in its huskiness. "What are you wearing? Just be honest."
She took a look down at her attire, unexpectedly grateful that Lori’s crazy work schedule had kept her from the laundry and she’d been forced to wear the satin pajamas that usually sat in the back of her drawer. She swiped the wine glass off the TV tray and finished it off before she finally answered. Before she finally stepped over that line she wasn’t sure she’d ever want to come back from.
"Pajamas. They’re black. And satin."
"Mmmmm, very nice, I can work with that. Pants or shorts?"
"Shorts."
"Oh god, you’re killing me. Those sexy legs that are always driving me wild during meet and greets. Okay, so does your top have a bunch of buttons down the front?"
"Mmmhmmm."
"Good, start undoing them."
Katie slipped the phone between her ear and shoulder, then let her fingers work open the buttons. She shuddered as the cool air in her apartment brushed across her bare skin.
"Mmmm, you like that, don’t you, Katie? Me telling you what to do."
"Yes," she agreed around a tiny moan.
"Are you wearing a bra?"
"No."
"Good, touch your tits. Pretend it’s my hands on you. What do they feel like? Tell me what those beautiful tits would feel like beneath my fingers."
Her palms drifted across her breasts. "My skin it’s, um, soft, but my nipples are...are…" She couldn’t quite bring herself to say the word in such a blatantly sexual context.
"Hard?" he finished for her. "Mmmm, I’ll bet. Remember that night game a few weeks ago when it got windy and cold? You want to talk about distracting? You had on that white Maverick t-shirt with your little nipples poking out. I wanted to say ‘fuck the Astros’ and drag you into the locker room showers and lick all over you."
"Oh my god, yes...really?" Katie moaned, loving every word that came out of his sexy mouth.
"Yes, really, baby. When I’m in the showers after a game, I can’t even think about it. I have one jerk off session, imagining you pressed up against the tiles, water running all down your body, my tongue all over that beautiful tan skin, and now I’m ruined for life. You have no idea how hard I came thinking about you. How many times I’ve replayed it in my head. Now every time I shower in the clubhouse, I have to think about anything else so I don’t get a woody."
His words were driving her insane on every level possible. Was he serious? Had he really jerked off to her? Did he really think of her when he showered in the locker room? Or were these just things that sounded good in the moment?
A faint slippery sound in the background caught her attention. "Landon, are you...? Like right now?"
"Of course I have my dick in my hand. Your nipples aren’t the only things that are hard. Are you wet too?"
"Um, yeah, I think I am. I’m so turned on right now."
