Page 140 of Head Over Heels

He gritted his teeth, fighting the urge of his body. But you’re still coming with me, aren’t you?

Yes. I don’t want to, not yet . . . but I’m so close.

Here in the dark, he could tell her I want you so bad.

I want you too.

This was crazy, he knew that, but he couldn’t stop. Tell me what you’re doing.

I’m touching myself the way you do, wishing it was you instead of me.

He stroked his cock. He wouldn’t last much longer. So he typed. Come.

Then he dropped the phone, and his fist tight on his shaft, he closed his eyes and got lost in the pleasure. Picturing Sophie in a million different ways, in a million different scenarios, going over the edge at an image of her, smiling at him, her hair bright in the sun, her brown eyes flashing.

When it was over, he lay panting for breath until he heard the beep of his phone.

Ummm . . . hi.

He laughed. It was so her. Be a good girl and get some sleep.

You are so evil.

Right back at ya, darlin’.

Good night, Ryder.

Good night, Sophie.

This woman, she’d be the death of him. No question about it.