Now Brody… Sighing, I grab Jett’s suit jacket, which is draped over a large leather chair, and slip into it. It dwarfs me, literally hangs on me longer than most of my dresses.

I wrap it tight around me, because it smells like him. Fresh and clean, with a touch of mint? Maybe the ocean breeze? I don’t know. Whatever it is, I love it. I need to use the bathroom, but I should get out of this bedroom. The last thing I need is poor Maria catching me in here naked, with nothing on but Jett’s suit jacket.

I move toward the large door, as I peer out purposely ignoring the picture on the wall of my mom and Jett kissing.

Nothing. I see nothing. I do hear activity, but it’s downstairs, so I run straight to my room and slam the door.

Since I didn’t sleep here, everything is exactly like I left it. Again, I sigh and step into the bathroom. My phone starts to ring, and I freeze.

“Shit, it’s Brody,” I say, not caring that I’m talking to myself. First things first, I need to pee, then brush my teeth.

I’d love a cup of coffee, and wonder if I can slip downstairs and get one before I try to somehow break it off with Brody and keep him as a friend. I’m just washing my hands when my phone starts up again.

“Screw it, let’s get it over with.” Running, I grab my phone from the dresser. “Hello?” I cringe at how guilty I sound.

“My cock has been hard all morning, thinking about you in my bed.” The deep, gravelly voice makes me puff out air. I try to steady my breathing because I sound like I’m panting. Wait, am I panting?

“I’m up.” And then I close my eyes at what an idiot I am when I hear Jett start to laugh.

“No, baby, I’m up. And uncomfortable as fuck. I’m going into court soon, but I’m sending Iain with some packages for you. I need you to be ready for him to bring you to me at three p.m., Raven.”

I nod, because I can’t breathe.

“Raven, words. Use them.”

“Yes, I can be ready.” My voice sounds breathy, and this time I’m not even trying. My head is spinning, and my body is almost achy with need.

“My name, say it,” he demands, and I can feel the thick, erotic intensity through the wire. I squirm as my sensitive pussy gets wet and slick.

“Yes, Mr. Powers. I’ll be ready for you.” Licking my lips, I bring a hand to my neck and touch my cheeks. They’re burning as if I have a fever.

“Good girl,” he growls, and goose bumps appear on my arms and legs.