Page 68 of Penalty Kick

“Best gift a girl could ask for,” she cooed. “I’ll just have to find a way to say thanks.”

“You can thank me when we get back to Atlanta tomorrow.”

“What if I don’t want to wait that long?”

Her voice was laced with desire, her words more than a little suggestive. He knew where her head was at, thanks to the just-as-suggestive text she’d sent shortly after he’d scored. He just hadn’t been sure if she would really want to act on it.

“Just what are you implying?”

“I think you know.”

“What if I just want to hear you say it?”

“I want to play…” she said, coyly trailing off.

“With?”

“You.”

“But I’m on the other side of the country. So there must be something else you’re going to play with,” he teased.

“Oh, you mean…myself?” she teased back.

A groan escaped, Dash’s entire body going up in flames. He was thankful he was alone, unsure how long he was going to be able to control himself. Teasing time was over.

“Tell me, Talia, what are you wearing?”

“You want to see?”

Fuck yes…

Before Dash could answer, Talia hung up, calling back immediately with a video call. Her beautiful face filled the screen, a smirk tugging at one corner of her lips.

“I figure showing is better than telling.” Angling the phone down, Talia showed off her gloriously naked form. She was lying on her bed, the dark purple of her bedspread a sharp contrast to her tan skin.

Dash had to remind himself to breathe, drinking in all her luscious curves fully on display. His dick twitched, rock-hard and straining against his cotton pajama pants, begging to be freed.

“I think I am overdressed.”

“You should fix that.”

Tugging down the pants, his cock sprung free. Talia’s eyes went wide on the screen, no doubt fixed on his hard length.

“That’s better,” he said. “And you, Talia, are stunning.”

“You are not so bad yourself.”

Running her hand over her breasts, circling her already hard nipples, she let out a moan. The sound reverberated through him, as if she were right beside him and not thousands of miles away.

“Are you wet?” he asked.

Dragging her fingers down her body, Dash watched as her hand disappeared between her legs. His own hands ached for that to be him, to feel what she was right now. The knowledge of just how glorious it was to be settled in between her thighs took over. He would have to settle for his own shaft, however.

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice breathy as she continued her efforts.

“What are you thinking about?”

“You.”