She closed my door, and I stared at the black screen of my phone.
That gave me three nights in Miami.
Goddamn it.
I wasn’t going to call her.
I sure as hell wasn’t going to see her.
Yet I found myself searching for her name in my Contacts and holding the phone to my face, listening to each ring.
There were only two before she picked up and said, “Hello?”
“Jo …”
She took a deep breath. “God, that voice. The last time I heard you say my name like that, you were moaning it.”
I chuckled.
That f*****g mouth.
One of the many things I liked about her, whether words were coming out of it or it was swallowing my c**k.
“Do you want me to moan it again?”
There was silence on the other end and what sounded like movement and then, “You’re into phone s*x, Jenner? How naughty of you.”
I pus
