39 STERLING“Deeper,” Camryn whines.
“I’m trying, love,” I say with a grunt.
There’s an anxious edge to her voice, and I press in further.
“I can’t find it.” Sweat is beading on my forehead and my arm is buried up to my elbow. I push in deeper, the need to please my woman outweighing my discomfort. Crap. Still nothing. “I’m in as far as it’ll let me, love.”
“My hands are smaller. I’ll have to do it,” she says.
Pulling my arm free of the sofa, I stand up.
“Are you sure you lost your phone there?”
She shakes her head. “I was sitting on the couch, and that’s the last time I remember seeing it.”
Checking the hotel suite, I return a moment later with her phone in my hand. “It was on the bathroom counter.”
“Oh.”
“Are you okay? You seem really jumpy today.”
Her gaze drifts to the floor
