Page 29 of The Hookup Situation (Billionaire Situation #5)

I turn the screen around to show her. “Look what you do to me, Julie.”

I rub my thumb across the tip, showing her what she desperately wants to see.

“Proof that you’re under my skin.”

“It’s mutual.” She bites her lip, circling her clit with teasing strokes. “After you left, I was thinking about how badly I want your cock inside me. How, tonight, I wanted you to fuck me so hard that I wouldn’t be able to walk at work tomorrow. I fantasize about you.”

I stroke myself, my eyes locked on her. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

“I want you to pin me down on the mattress.” She moans, her fingers slipping inside herself, moving in time with my hand, just how I taught her.

She continues, “I want you to … spread my legs … and bury your face in my pussy until … I’m screaming. Then I want you to flip me over and take me from behind, spanking my ass until it’s red and raw.”

“You think you can handle that?” I offer, my hips thrusting into my fist.

“Yes. ”

She’s writhing now, her fingers moving faster, her pussy so wet that I can hear the sound. “Shit, I’m so, so close …”

“Pull away,” I tell her. “No coming until I say.”

She does slowly, carefully, like she’s afraid I’ll vanish if she doesn’t. “I’m throbbing for you.”

“Show me,” I demand, and she does.

“I need you.” Her breasts rise and fall.

I’m still stroking myself, my balls tightening. “Back to your clit, babe.”

She returns her hand, doing slow circles as desperate pants escape her. I can tell the orgasm is building because her entire body tenses.

“Are you close?” I ask.

“Are you?”

“Yes,” I admit. “Can you come for me on the count of three?”

She bites her bottom lip.

“One.” I wait at least ten seconds. “Two.”

“Please,” she whispers.

I smirk like the devil. “Waiting for that next number, aren’t you?”

She slows her pace, nearly straining as my orgasm builds like a storm at sea.

Her back arches off the mattress. When I see she’s stranded on the very edge, I wait five more seconds, then speak.

“Three,” I tell her.

She groans out, and I can’t hold back my release any longer.

The orgasm crashes over me, and I forget that I’m not alone as I moan out.

Ropes of thick, hot cum spill all over my stomach.

Her body convulses as she cries out. Her fingers stay buried deep inside her pussy.

Watching her come apart on-screen, hearing her moan my name, knowing she’s watching me do the same—it wrecks me.

We’re desperate, needy, as the sexual frustration pours out through our phones .

“Julie.” I groan, my vision blurring as I ride out the wave of pleasure.

Her breathing is ragged, body still trembling as she looks at me. “That was …” A satisfied smile lingers on her face. “Incredible. Thanks for busting my phone-sex cherry. I want to do it again.”

“Right now?”

She laughs. “Um … no. But that’s an option?”

“Yes,” I say, chuckling. “I aim to satisfy even the greediest of girls.”

“Oh my. You’d better stop, or I’m coming over tonight.”

“It’s too late for that. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She gives me an adorable pouty face. “Do we have plans?”

“No, but I have a fall bucket list item I want to check off, and I thought you’d be a good person to ask to join me.”

“Oh, where?”

“You’re so damn pretty,” I say, grinning. “The apple orchard.”

“I love Coleman’s. I would love to join you.”

“Do you have to work?” I ask.

“Not tomorrow. It’s my day off.”

“Great. I’ll pick you up around lunch. Let’s go on a picnic.”

“Aw, I’m excited,” she says, then tries to hold back a yawn. “Sorry.”

“You should go to sleep, sweetheart.”

“I’m not ready to say goodbye yet.”

“You don’t have to,” I say, cleaning myself. I walk to the dresser and pull out a pair of joggers. “I’ll be here until you drift off.”

“Okay,” she tells me, turning onto her side, propping the phone up on a pillow.

I climb into bed, imagining lying next to her, holding her, and smelling how pretty she is.

Julie closes her eyes. “Tell me about your first love.”

“Oh, wow, I haven’t thought about her in a very long time.

” I laugh. “She was older than me by, like, two years. She was a senior when I was a sophomore. I played varsity football, and she was in the band. A saxophone player. She was the first person I ever felt love for, and when she broke up with me to go to college, I was devastated.”

“Did she ever reach out to you again?” she asks.

“Yeah, once I signed my contract with the Angels to play. But I’d already moved on,” I say. “Every relationship I’ve ever been in has taught me something.”

“What do you think this lesson will be?” she asks.

“Not to give up.” The truth tumbles out of my mouth.

“Yeah, that’s perfect.”

I continue chatting about my hockey days and training, and she eventually falls asleep.

I end the call, then lie in the dark, thinking about her, about us, about what we just did.

We were vulnerable, open, entirely focused on each other.

I think about Harper’s prediction and know I’m falling in love with Julie Loveland.

No, I’ve already fallen. I don’t need forty days to decide if I want more time with her, but she needs it. Being together would be a big step for both of us, but we’d figure it out. Whatever it took … I’d do it.

Tomorrow at the apple orchard, we’ll be one day closer to decision time. We have time, even if the universe is cockblocking us.

It will be just us, the autumn air, and the truth we’ve been dancing around since the moment we met.