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“Mm. Why don’t you like it?”
“Because it’s whimsical garbage. Life isn’t wonderful. People don’t care about other people like that. I watch movies to get away from reality, not have it twisted dramatically to something so unrealistically…fluffy and sentimental.” I didn’t know why I was even carrying on this conversation when none of this had even happened. I really didn’t like that movie, though. At least that wasn’t a lie.
“That’s right, you like things a little harder and rougher.”
“Yeah, and?”
“Fuck,” he said, low and rough. There was a sound in the background, like a…zipper? His breathing seemed heavier all of a sudden. “Tell me how rough you like it, angel.”
Jesus fucking Christ, was he—“Are you fucking jerking off right now?”
His deep laugh was cut off by a low groan, and holy fucking shit, he was, wasn’t he? Fire bloomed across my chest, engulfing me.
“Court, you fucking prick—”
“Ah, fuck. Say that again.”
“Say what again?”
“What you just said. Say my name.”
I rolled my lips together. I couldn’t believe he was seriously doing this right now.
“Whitney. Please. Please say my name.”
The desperation in his thick, throaty voice had heat pooling between my legs, and before I could stop myself, I was pressing my fingers into my clit.
“Court,” I said, moving my hand away from myself. Fuck.
“Fuck,” he groaned, and there was the sound of something slick. “Say it again.”
He was panting into the phone, and when I said, “Court,” again, it came out a lot more huskily than I meant it to. The long, low groan that came through made the most intense heat slice right down my middle.
Fuck.
“Mm. Goddammit, the sound of your voice is so fucking sexy. Did you know that? Do you know how turned on I get every time you open that perfect, pretty mouth? Fuck.” There was a crash, and then, “Shit, I gotta go.”
A door slammed in the background, and then someone was talking but I couldn’t hear what they were saying.
Court sighed, still on the line even though he said he had to go. “You are so fucking perfect.”
My stomach swooped. “Where do you work that you can just jack off whenever you want?”
There was a long pause, and then a laugh. “Construction. I thought you knew? I’ll talk to you later, Whit. We won’t be more than another hour or two. Be good. Study what I gave you.”
The line went dead, and I pulled the phone away from my ear.
Whit?
I flipped the phone shut, then pressed my fingers into my eyes.
He worked at a construction site? He had a legitimate job?
I had so many fucking questions for Court. I could feel there was so much more he wasn’t saying, and I had a right to know. I was staking a lot on this job. For him.
I had a fucking right to know everything about him, and if he wouldn’t tell me, I’d just go looking through the house on my own. There had to be something. It was his fault he left me here with nothing to do.
Flipping the phone closed, I shoved it back in my pocket and left the room.
