Page 127 of One Baby Daddy
“Do your nipples ache? Is your pussy throbbing? Are you wet?” Back to the wet conversation.
As much as I’d like to deny it, I’m so incredibly wet right now, just from hearing his voice drop lower on the phone, the deep rumble shaking me from the tips of my toes to the apex between my legs.
“Adalyn, I’m waiting on an answer.”
“Hayden . . .” I draw out, hating how quickly he’s heated my body, how quickly a few questions have brought back vivid memories of him hovering over me, pulsing in and out, his long, thick cock rubbing me in such a sensual way I can practically feel the thrusting right now.
“Answer me.”
Biting on my bottom lip, my hips slowly starting to rotate, looking for some sort of relief. I should not be talking about this with him. I should hang up right now. I shouldn’t be leading him on when I have no clue what I want, but the strong need I have for him holds me back.
“Yes.” It’s one word, one simple word, but it shifts our conversation from casual to hot in seconds.
Hayden’s breathing picks up, his groan loud, echoing through the phone.
“Fuck, do you have a vibrator?”
“We’re not doing this on the phone, Hayden.” There, some sense has been knocked into me.
“Saturday,” he groans. “I get home around noon, have dinner with me.”
“I’m not having sex with you.” And I’m standing firm with that statement.
“Say yes to dinner.”
Reaching between my legs, under my underwear, I press lightly on my clit and try to hold back my moan.
“Fuck, Adalyn, what are you doing?”
I don’t answer him, instead, I say, “See you Saturday night.”
Hanging up, I toss the phone to the side and start moving my fingers through my slit, pressing down on my clit, letting the built-up tension in my body slowly ease. Spreading my legs wider, I sink into the pillow just as my phone buzzes next to me.
Knowing exactly who it is, I take a moment to read his text.
Hayden:I swear to God, if you’re pleasuring yourself right now, I might not be able to control myself on Saturday.
Smiling, I talk to text.
Adalyn:Good thing I’m not telling you what I’m doing right now.
He responds immediately.
Hayden:Send me a picture.
Adalyn:Never. Night, Hayden.
Hayden:You’re mine, Adalyn. And I’ll be sure to show you that Saturday.
With those last words read, I lean on the memory of his chiseled body above mine, his sexy voice rattling through my ear, and bring myself to orgasm for the first time since I’ve been without Hayden.
And oh my God, was that much needed.
Chapter Twenty-Six
LOGAN
My brother’s words play on repeat in my head as I help Adalyn into her chair, her soft, brown hair brushing the back of my hand when she sits down.
