Page 21 of Provocation (Temptation 3)

“Exactly. I don’t care that you’re older than me. When I look at you, I don’t see your age. All I do see is an amazing woman I’m so damn attracted to it hurts.”

A shy smile tugged on her lips.

“And when you look at me, I don’t want you to only see some twenty-seven-year-old professional baseball player.”

She flirtatiously batted her lashes. “What should I see?”

“That’s up to you,” I replied with a devious grin before my expression sobered. “But hopefully you see someone who cares about you, more than he thought he’d ever care about another person again.” I held her gaze for a beat, then added, “And someone who gives you incredible orgasms.”

She giggled, her smile reaching her eyes. “You most certainly do that.” She pushed out a sigh. “How am I going to go four days without a single one?”

“Who said you had to?”

“I told you. I can’t take off this weekend. Not with Imogene just getting home from camp. I promised to take her school shopping, since she starts back up in a few weeks. I—”

“No. I know that. That’s not what I’m talking about.”

Her brows furrowed. “Then what are you talking about?”

“Maybe it’s time to be…self-indulgent.” I adjusted myself on the bed, my arousal straining against my shorts at the mere thought. “I may not be there to get you off myself, but I can help you get yourself off.”

She stared at me for what felt like an eternity. I wasn’t sure how she’d respond to this proposition. Several weeks ago, she probably would have immediately shot it down, too nervous to do anything like this. But during our time together, she’d definitely become a lot more adventurous in the bedroom.

And in the shower.

And on the kitchen island.

And pretty much any surface we could enjoy each other on.

“Are you talking about…” She lowered her voice to a whisper, “phone sex?”

A low chuckle rumbled from my throat. “I am. Although I suppose a more appropriate term would be FaceTime sex. But yes, Julia. I want to help you get off.” I bit my lower lip, my hand going to my erection. “Want to watch your face as you come. Want to jerk off knowing you’re thinking about me when you touch that delicious pussy I plan on devouring the second I get home.”

“Oh god.” She closed her eyes as her head fell against the pillow. I could practically taste the desire radiating off her from hundreds of miles away.

“Come on, love. Let me make you feel good.”

She kept her eyes shut for several long moments, my plea hanging in the silence.

Then she refocused her gaze on me, want and need swirling in her green orbs.

“Okay.”