Page 17 of I’d Be Honored

Heat flared deep in Maddie’s belly. She crossed her legs, squeezing her thighs together.

Damn, that woman really knows how to take a photo, she thought, staring at the screen. It was like looking at art.

“Whatever’s on that phone must be really good.”

Caitlin’s voice startled Maddie, and she spluttered as she dropped her phone into her lap.

The couple sat less than five feet away, a fact that suddenly made Maddie mortified to remember. She didn’t know how long Caitlin had been watching her, but the look on her face told Maddie she’d seen enough.

Feeling heat rush into her cheeks, she threw off her blanket and wordlessly retreated into the privacy of her temporary bedroom.

What was Kim doing? Maddie thought she had been clear before she left—it was never going to work between them.

Unless…

Unless Kim had actually thought about what Maddie said. Maybe she was ready to be exclusive now, and she’d chosen their shared language to reconnect. It couldn’t hurt to just see where Kim’s head was at.

She mentally thanked her past self for tossing her vibrator into her suitcase at the last minute before leaving LA. Maddie hesitated, debating for the briefest moment whether it would be too weird to use it while her friends were just down the hallway.

Desperate times, she thought, shrugging to the empty room.

She rushed into the walk-in closet, digging through her suitcase for the smooth circle of red plastic.

“Yes,” she whispered, holding up the toy in triumph.

Maddie flipped off the lights, leaving only the soft glow of the city to bathe the room. She tossed her baggy T-shirt and sweatpants onto the floor, and with nothing between her bare skin and the sateen sheets, she slid into the bed, holding the silicone U-shaped toy in her hand.

She opened the camera on her phone. Two could play at that game.

Sent. She smirked.

Kim: Fuck. Don't do this to me.

Before Maddie could reply, her phone started ringing.

“At least let me watch if you’re going to tease me like that,” Kim breathed as her face filled the screen, leaving Maddie with no choice but to grin.

“Why should I?”

“Come on, baby. Please.” Kim’s voice was low, her eyes dark with hunger.

Fuck it, why not?

She lowered the volume on her phone, making sure her friends couldn’t hear her through the closed door. Maddie slowly slid the toy down her body, angling the camera so that Kim could watch.

“I’ll only turn it on if you join me.”

She was suddenly staring at Kim’s ceiling on the other end of the call, listening to a low rumble of movement somewhere off-screen. Seconds later, Kim reappeared, her eyes intense, with a soft blue toy of her own in her hand.

It wasn’t the first—or even the tenth—time they’d done this. It had started just after they began dating, when Maddie left for the Ticket to Rio press tour. She felt incredibly lonely at night, and Kim would call her from thousands of miles away just to keep her company. But they never had much to talk about in their relationship, so the phone calls quickly turned into dirty talk, which inevitably evolved into more. Following their official breakup, the two had fallen into a pattern. Maddie would swear each time was the last, yet Kim would always pick up the phone when the ache between her legs became too much again. She was only human, after all.

Maddie focused on the shared purr of their vibrators and closed her eyes. She kept the camera pointed beneath the sheets as she moved, her breathing growing faster alongside Kim’s.

“Show me your face,” Kim gasped.

She flipped the camera, locking eyes with Kim through the screen as they moved their toys in sync, watching each other get closer and closer to release.

Maddie bit down on the corner of her lip, her eyes slamming shut in a frantic attempt to barricade herself from her reality. But the darkness offered no sanctuary. Instead of Kim’s face, another image surfaced—shadowy, haunted eyes looking at her in wicked amusement. Then came a voice, soft and stern.