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Truthfully, he doesn't annoy me at all. In fact, through our conversations this week, I've realised we have a lot more in common now than we had months ago. I enjoy hearing him talk about his work when he calls. I actually know what he's talking about when he mentions the rush he gets from doing certain things. By comparison, my job is beyond boring to discuss.Moreover, I've actually been feeling a little bored and restless at work this week.
He snorts. “Good to know.”
“Hey, I'm just trying to put your mind at ease.”
“You could put my mind at ease in other ways, you know.”
“Like how?”
“You could tell me what you're wearing.”
I giggle. To my own ears, I sound a little bit drunk and a lot flirtatious. Okay, I have had a few shots and a beer, and I do feel a little tipsy. The guys at the bar have been taking good care of me tonight. But Dylan is a friend now, which means I should probably dial back the flirtatiousness. He's asked me that damn question every time we've spoken, however, and tonight I'm under the influence enough to ignore what's sensible and answer him.
“Something you would have liked for its easy access and colour.”
“Fuck me, you're wearing that berry-blue dress, aren't you? The one you wore at Shameless?”
His voice is pure sex – half growl and half husky-flirt. Heat arrows low in my belly as the rest of my body springs to attention, ready for his touch. Dear God, I'm insanely hot right now, and more turned on than I have right to be with him so far away.
“That's the one,” I tell him, my voice as full of sex as his.
He groans. “I'm so hard right now. I'm going to be jerking off to the image of you wearing that all night long.”
The words rush over me, arousing me further and setting off an avalanche of mini contractions inside me as I think about him pleasuring himself. Imagining him gripping his big hard cock and stroking himself makes the deep throb between my thighs and my tingling nipples unbearable.
“Dylan.”
I meant to chide him, but I sound as turned on and desperate for his touch as I feel.
“Just so you know, I've been jerking off to our highlight reel every night, but it's going to be worse tonight. I might actually damage myself. I don't think it's going to go down.”
I laugh, still aroused like crazy. Only Dylan can get me so worked up and amuse me all at the same time.
Only Dylan.
“The next time I see you, you're going to pay for teasing me this way.”
I can't breathe. “Really?”
“Hell yes, you deserve to be punished.”
“But...”
What does that mean? And what is he doing? We drew a line in the sand the moment he left and now he's crossing it.
“I thought we were friends, Dylan.”
“I've never wanted to fuck a friend so badly in my life.”
Me neither, but what am I supposed to say to that? We're currently living and working in different countries and I have no idea when I'll see him again.
“Claire, what are you doing out here? Please tell me you're not talking to Dylan.”
Guilt racks through me as I looked up to see Kara standing in the doorway of Brody's.
Busted.
“Sorry, I'll be in in a minute, Kar.”
