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“Give me a minute!” I shout back.

“You’ve got sixty seconds before we bust in there and drag your ass out ourselves.”

Their laughter carries down the hall, and I look back at Lana on my screen.

Her eyes widen. “Are they joking? Did you lock your door?”

I shake my head. “No and no.”

“Ryan, what if they come in?” she squeals.

I grin at the nervous flush creeping into her cheeks. “Then I guess we have sixty seconds.”

“Oh my god.” She covers her face, but I catch the smile she's trying to hide. “You're insane.”

“And you're still here.”

She peeks at me through her fingers, her blush deepening. “I can't believe you're talking me into this.”

Something about that combination of curiosity and shyness gets me every time. “You can tell me to stop.”

She hesitates, glancing toward the screen before giving me a small, nervous smile. “I didn't say stop.”

I wrap my hand around myself. “Show me what you like.”

Her breathing grows heavier as she touches herself, her eyes never leaving mine through the screen. Her head falls back against the pillows with a soft moan, and suddenly watching isn’t enough. I want to be there with her. I want to be the reason she makes that sound.

“That’s my girl,” I murmur. “I love watching you like this. Knowing you’re in my bed, thinking about me.”

“Ryan, oh god.” She looks at me through hooded lids, and hearing my name on her lips makes the distance between us suddenly unbearable.

“Keep going,” I tell her, unable to take my eyes off her. “I want to watch you fall apart for me.”

Her breath catches, and I grip myself tighter, imagining my hands on her instead.

“When I get home, I’m going to make up for every second I’ve spent away from you,” I promise.

We fall into the same rhythm, her breath coming faster through the phone as the tension builds inside me. I can’t take my eyes off her. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips parted, and her nipples are hard. Every little movement draws my attention, and knowing I can look but can’t touch is driving me insane.

There’s something almost intoxicating about seeing her like this. Lana always seems so sweet, so innocent, but there’s nothing innocent about the way she’s looking at me now. Seeing this uninhibited side of her—and knowing I’m the one she trusts enough to show it to—only makes me want her more.

“Come with me, Lana.”

“Oka—oh!” Her back arches into the pillows, and the sound she makes nearly undoes me. I desperately want to touch her, to be there with her instead of imagining it.

My control slips as I watch her fall apart.

“Ryan!” Lana cries, her body trembling as pleasure overtakes her. Hearing my name pushes me over the edge with her. For a few seconds, there’s nothing but her breath in my ear and the pounding of my heart. I take her in through the screen, still trying to catch my breath. “You have no idea what seeing you like that does to me.”

Her cheeks turn bright red, and I grin at how quickly my sweet, shy Lana comes rushing back.

“I can’t wait to come home to my good luck charm.”

Lana’s smile falters for just a second and then she says, “I can’t wait.”

Chapter Six

Lana