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“That’s my girl,” I say, rougher than I mean to be. “I wish I were there with you. I’d have my fingers so deep inside you. I’d be sucking on one of your perfect tits, teasing your nipple with my tongue. I’d be curling my fingers inside you, trying to make you squirt.”

“I don’t think squirting is going to be happening anytime soon,” she says through a sigh.

“I could make you squirt. I can make your body do things you didn’t know it was capable of. Do you want that? Do you want me to make you feel good, to ruin you for anyone else? Because once I get my hands on you—once you get a feel for my cock—you’re going to crave me. I’ll be the only one who can satisfy you.”

“Yes,” she breathes.

“Come for me. Soak the sheets like you’re going to soak my cock.”

Her breathing grows heavier, the sound of sheets rustling, and I imagine her hips lifting, chasing it.

“Cole—I—Oh, God?—”

Her words dissolve as the orgasm takes her and I follow right behind, gritting my teeth against my own sounds but not entirely succeeding.

Afterward we’re quiet, just the sound of our breathing coming through the line. My heart is hammering. A droplet of sweat slides from my temple down my cheek as I try my best to clean myself up with some tissues.

I wasn’t expecting to come that hard. But then again, I’ve never come to the sounds of Ariana before.

“That was…that was amazing.”

I laugh quietly. “Was your first orgasm everything you hoped?”

“I think having someone actually there would’ve been ideal,” she says, “but maybe I wouldn’t have gotten there with the pressure of someone watching.”

“How do you feel?”

She laughs—light and free and unguarded—and my lips curve up without my permission.

“I don’t know how to describe it. Relaxed. Amazing. Happy. I think I understand now why people are so obsessed with sex. If that’s how good it is by myself, I can’t imagine how much better it gets.”

“You’ll see.” The words come out quieter than I intend, more honest than I mean them to be. Whatever thread I was hanging onto has dissolved completely.

“Thank you.” Her voice is a soft, sated whisper.

“Happy to help.” I swallow. “I’ll let you get some sleep.”

“Wait,” she says quickly. “Would you—would you stay on the phone with me for a bit? I know that probably breaks some kind of rule but?—”

“Yes.” I clear my throat. This is a terrible idea. A reckless, line-blurring decision.

“Thank you,” she sighs, already sounding tired.

I settle back against the headboard in the dark, phone against my ear, listening to her breathe slow and even as she drifts toward sleep.

Soon we’ll be at the lake house. In a matter of hours I’m going to walk into a room full of her brothers and her family and pretend to be her boyfriend. But right now, listening to her breathe on the other end of the line, that feels like the least complicated part of any of this.

I stay on longer than necessary, listening to her soft little snore. And I think it’s the most comforting sound I’ve ever heard.

CHAPTER 21

Ariana

SOUNDS TOO BOYFRIENDY

“Good morning, doll,” Cole says with way too much enthusiasm.

I pull the front door open wider and give him a look. “You said you weren’t going to make it weird,” I grumble.