Bedding The Best Friend (Bedding the Bachelors, Book 4) by Virna Depaul Page B

pretending to be a fantasy guy, the idea of telling him she was naked seemed overwhelming. Like she’d be exposing her entire self, including her heart and all her feelings for him, too. But if her whole goal was to get over him by transforming herself into someone more confident and naughty…
    Well, phone sex would certainly count, so she had to do this.
    She could say she was wearing sexy lingerie, but that seemed so predictable. She decided to go with the truth. “Let’s say I’m wearing a long, button-up nightshirt right now,” she blurted out.
    “Okay,” he said, “as long as it’s just a shirt.”
    She automatically giggled, then stifled it with horror. Jeez, she was a nerd.
    He chuckled. “It’s okay. We can have fun. This is all about having fun, right?”
    Fun. Right. Good, safe, naughty fun.
    Smiling to herself, she raised a brow. “What are you wearing, Ryan?”
    “Huh?”
    Good. She’d caught him off guard. Two can play this game. “You must have fantasies, as well.”
    He was quiet again for a few seconds, and then he said, “You’re pretending I’m Kyle, right?”
    “Of course,” she said, loving that she’d thrown him off balance. His insistence that she pretend he was someone else almost ruined the whole naughty phone sex vibe. Almost. “So…Kyle.” The name came out of her mouth as a purr. “Tell me what you’re wearing. Or, rather, what you’re not wearing,” she said, amazed at how smoothly the words came out of her mouth once she allowed herself to slide into the fantasy.
    “I’m not naked yet, but close.”
    Annie didn’t say anything. She was picturing him “almost” naked.
    “Unbutton your shirt for me, Annie,” Ryan—no, Kyle —quietly said. “Unbutton it, slowly. Rub your fingers gently across your soft, pretty skin each time you undo a button.”
    His voice was hypnotizing her. She realized that she was fingering the first button on her top, toying with it but not actually undoing it yet.
    “What are you doing, Annie?” he said, his voice like a caress, causing goose bumps to race down both her arms.
    “I’m lying in bed, listening to you.”
    “Good, then really listen to me. Undo your buttons, then stroke your breasts with your fingertips and imagine it’s me touching you.”
    She shivered. Slowly, she slipped one button out of its hole. “I’ve unbuttoned the top one.”
    “Good. Keep going.”
    “I’ve undone the next.”
    “And?”
    “And…my fingertips are rubbing across my breasts.” She closed her eyes, imagining it was Ryan touching her.
    “Are your nipples hard?”
    “Yes,” she whispered. “They’re hard,” she said, still not believing that she was doing this. With Ryan . But he wasn’t Ryan, not really. He was Ryan pretending to be someone else. That was the only way he’d ever have sex with her, but hey, she’d take it.
    “Take off the shirt, Annie.”
    She didn’t hesitate. She set the phone down and put it on speaker. Then she pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it aside.
    “Are you naked now?” His sexy voice filled the room.
    “Almost,” she said in an already breathless voice. “I still have panties on. Red lace.”
    He sucked in a hissing breath. “Take them off, too. I want you naked for me.”
    Annie did as he told her. The idea of him on the other end of the phone, knowing she was lying here naked, was turning her on like crazy. He sounded as turned on as she was. Did he like fantasy sex, too? Was he pretending she was someone else? He must be.
    “Now, close your eyes,” he told her.
    Annie laid her head back on the soft pillow and closed her eyes.
    “Are they closed?”
    “Mm hmm.”
    “Good. Take your left hand and find the curve of your throat. Stroke it, Annie. Softly. Imagine that it’s me touching your throat, feeling your pulse.”
    She moaned softly.
    “That’s it, Annie. Let yourself feel me, baby.”
    The sound of his voice, the picture of him in her mind, and the fact that he just