Page 5 of Now You See Me
“I never would’ve asked to shift our relationship beyond the original boundaries, but I’m damn glad you did.”
Fresh courage and hope bloom in my chest. Saving those for later, when I revisit those boundaries again. “Since we’re playing hooky because of our mutual distraction, we should probably make the most of this unexpected free time.”
There’s a beat of silence before he asks, “What did you have in mind?” Huskiness laces his voice, and the sound of rustling fabric in the background is unmistakable.
“How about twenty questions, but if you don’t want to answer, you have to take a dirty dare?”
His deep chuckle sends a ripple of awareness straight between my legs. “I’m ready, but you might not be once you hear my questions—and my dares.”
“Oh, I think I can handle anything you’ve got.” I smile as his chuckle fills my ear, then put the phone on speaker and prop it on the pillow beside me. “I put you on speaker. Can you hear me?”
“As if you’re right here in the room with me.”
“I’d like that very much,” I say softly.
“You have no idea how much I wish that were possible.”
That’s what I needed to hear. Soon, I’ll make that wish a reality. Right now, we have a game to play. “Who goes first?”
A masculine sound that’s part growl, part grunt sifts through the line. “Ladies always go first. No matter the place or circumstances.”
“Chivalry is alive and well in… where do you live?”
“Is that your first question?”
“It is,” I say, managing to keep the wobble out of my voice. “And I’m fully aware it’s overstepping our boundaries of anonymity. If you don’t want to answer, you’re welcome to choose a dare instead.”
“Screaming Woods.”
I narrow my eyes at the phone. “Is that some pre-Halloween joke?”
“No joke. There’s nothing funny about Screaming Woods. Well, aside from open-mic night at Down the Rabbit Hole.”
“Is that a comedy club?”
“If you really want to know, you’ll can ask at your next question. It’s my turn now.”
“Ask away,” I say, rolling onto my side.
“When was your last orgasm?”
Heat floods my face and I sputter as if I’m choking on my tongue. Lying isn’t my style, but I’m not telling him about the scratch-that-itch break I took less than an hour ago. I swallow purposefully, then squeak out a response. “Dare, please.”
His deep chuckle rumbles through the speaker. “That’s an answer in itself. But you’re not off the hook. I dare you to get naked.”
“Maybe I’m already naked.”
“And maybe I’ll dare you to send me visual proof when you don’t answer my next question.”
My jaw literally drops. We’ve shared some smoking-hot text sessions, but hearing him say sexy things takes it to another level. And for him to even hint at getting a nude… Maybehe’stesting the flexibility of our boundaries, too.
I wiggle out of my yoga pants, sweatshirt, and underwear. I arrange the pink bikini panties to look seductive, then pick up my phone and snap a picture.
“You won’t have to make that dare,” I say, then hit Send.
ME:
A gruff sound rumbles through the speaker. “You’re naked right now?”
