Page 22 of Hot for Her

“Please what, pretty girl?”

“Please…” she hesitated. “I don’t know. I can’t think. Can’t make sentences.”

I chuckled proudly against her skin. “We can take a break if you need.”

Before she had a chance to answer, a loud ringing sound interrupted our moment. I recognized the tune—the generic iPhone ring.

It would ring and ring, then stop. Then ring and ring again like it was angry.

I grumbled about being interrupted as I reached for my phone on the nightstand. I was prepared to tell whoever it was calling over and over that it better be a life and death situation. But when I checked my notifications, there weren’t any missed calls.

It wasn’t mine.