Page 108 of Securing the Pucking Rebound

“Of course you’re not.” She giggles. “Garrett knows I’m talking to a guy. He’s been questioning me all day.”

“Why haven’t you told him?”

She looks away from the screen for a moment. “I don’t know. I just…I like how things are right now. I’m not ready to share this and have to deal with all the questions.”

“You like me being your dirty secret, huh?”

Despite her cheeks brightening, she doesn’t take the bait. “Even if you weren’t who you were, it would be a big deal around here that I’m this distracted by a man.”

A rush of happiness goes through me. “I’m distracting you? And before you saw me naked. Wow.”

She giggles again, and I swear it lights my entire body up.

“Gotta say, I’m not sure I’d ever get anything done again if I caught sight of you naked,” I confess, my voice deeper than it was before.

“Calvin,” she warns.

“What? You’re smokin’, darlin’.”

Her cheeks blaze the reddest yet. I love giving her a compliment, but I think I love her reaction the best. Watching those cheeks heat is becoming a bit of an obsession.

“So…you know what I’m wearing, or not, as the case may be. Question is, what are you wearing?”

“Really? We’re going there?” If she’s trying to chastise me, then it falls way off the mark, because her lips twitch with the threat of a smile and her eyes twinkle with mischief.

“Sure, why not?”

“I’m wearing my pajamas. Nothing exciting.” She shuffles on the bed, allowing a little more cleavage to fill the screen.

I bite the inside of my cheek as my cock jerks happily.

“I think you should let me be the judge of that.”

She giggles, and this time I realize that there’s a very big chance that, like me, she’s got a nice buzz on.

“Sienna?”

“Yeah.”

“Have you been drinking?”

“Maaaybe. Have you?”

“Yep. And drinking makes me horny,” I confess.

She bites down on her bottom lip, that naughty smirk still fighting to break free.

“What is it, darlin’?”

She hesitates, holding back whatever it is she wants to say.

“Go on. Whatever it is, you can tell me,” I encourage.

“I’m horny too, but I don’t think it’s the alcohol,” she blurts, immediately breaking our connection.

I let it go. For now.

“Oh no. What is it?”