The ring of Jaxon’s phone cut through the heat like a knife. My heart leapt straight into my throat when I saw the name glowing across the screen.
Dad.
Shit.
I scrambled off Jaxon’s lap, snatching up the nearest clothes I could find from the floor. My hands shook so badly I almost put my top on inside out. “Don’t answer yet!” I hissed, already rushing for the door. But Jaxon was quicker, his voice calm, smooth, like nothing sinful had just been happening in this room.
“Hey, Dad,” he said into the phone, leaning back on the bed with the kind of confidence that drove me insane.
I ducked out into the hallway, pressing a hand to my racing chest. My hair was a mess, my lips swollen. I knew I looked guilty.
Dad’s voice carried through the phone, warm and casual. “Morning, son. Just checkin
