I stare at the phone for a minute and blink repeatedly, waiting for the words to change, but they don’t. She agreed to FaceTime me—and from the bathtub no less.

My cock is already hard as a rock underneath the white sheet from the photo of her bubble-covered breasts. Seeing her body and knowing she doesn’t have a stitch of clothing on has my dick bobbing and weaving in approval.

Lexi must not have chewed her ass out after walking in on us in the dressing room. I figured that Reagan would never speak to me again because Lexi would’ve warned about the risk and talked some sense into her. I can’t imagine if Carl found out about Reagan and me; he’d flip his lid and forbid me to ever speak to her again outside of a debate.

We’re taking a huge risk every time we’re together, but sometimes that’s half the fun. I wonder if that’s the pull that brings us together—the danger. Since returning from the war, my life has become almost boring. The election gave me a purpose I’d been craving, and being with Reagan makes my heart pound nearly as hard as it did when I was ready to go into battle. I’m not scared for my life, but there’s still that secret thrill and rush of adrenaline that I miss.

I prop my phone against the lamp on my nightstand and press connect. While it rings, I tuck my hand under the pillow and pretend to look casual, even though I’m practically bursting with excitement.

“Hey,” she says after it connects. Her hand is moving through the air, and tiny droplets of water are falling from her fingertips, plopping against her bare skin.

“Hey, yourself,” I reply, unable to drag my eyes away from her movement. She’s propped the phone toward the end of the tub, giving me the perfect view of her bubble-covered body. I finally force myself to look at her face. “I’m surprised you said yes to FaceTiming me.”

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about earlier.”

“I’m pretty unforgettable.” I smirk.

Even though her face is far from the camera, I can clearly see her roll her eyes. “You’re so full of yourself, Jude.” She glosses over my statement, and I let her.

“Did Lexi read you the riot act?”

“No,” she says on a sigh, trickling more water against her naked skin. “But she isn’t happy.”

The way it’s falling from her fingers draws my eyes away from her face. “What did she say?” I want to keep her talking so I can watch without distraction, even if it’s only for a few more seconds.

Reagan giggles. “She said you have it bad for me.” She moves her hand around the water, causing it to part for a brief second, and my eyes are scrambling to catch a peek of anything that’s hidden below the water.

“She’s right,” I tell her when the water settles, and she leans back against a rolled-up towel on the edge of the tub. Tiny ringlets have fallen loose and cascade down her shoulder, kissing the surface of the water.

She gives me a halfhearted smile. “I still think you’re playing me.”

I sit up, taking my phone with me. “I’m doing no such thing, Reagan. This isn’t a game to me—we’re not a game. Neither is the election. Get that out of your head right now.”

“How can I be sure?” Her knees rise out of the water, and the bubbles run down her thighs and disappear into the surface. “Maybe it’s all a giant game of cat and mouse just to bring me down.”

“If I wanted to ruin you, I could’ve done that already.”

“That’s comforting,” she mumbles, staring down at her feet and away from the camera.

“Let me see your face better.” I switch on the light, making sure she can see the seriousness on my face.

She puts her hand out, blocking my view as she sits up. When she moves her palm away, all I can see is her face. “Happy now?”

“Extremely.” I smile. “I don’t want you to think I’m ever using you. I want you to know that whatever I feel for you is real and isn’t part of my campaign strategy to discredit you in the eyes of the voters. What can I do to convince you of this, Reagan?”

She taps her chin with her free hand and peers up at the ceiling. “Touch yourself and let me watch.” She smirks and brings her eyes back to mine. “That should put my mind at ease.”

“Only if you do it too,” I challenge her, rubbing my hands together as I watch her face grow serious.

“I’m game.” She wiggles her eyebrows and smiles. “But I’m staying right here, safely under my bubbles.”

“I just need to see your face,” I lie, placing the phone back on the nightstand and turning off the lamp before lying down to face her with only the light of my screen to show my face. “Tell me your fantasy.” My hand slides down my body until it reaches my stiff cock, and I wrap my fingers around it. “Let me hear what turns you on.”

She flattens her palm against her chest, right above her breast, and sucks in a breath. Slowly, her hand starts to wander under the surface and stops near her breast. Just her thumb is visible, but I know that she’s fondling herself. “I’m at a hotel with you,” she says, closing her eyes. “We’re kissing and hungry for each other.”

I squeeze my shaft tighter, gripping it roughly in my palm. “Do we have clothes on?”

“No.” Her voice is breathy and barely audible above the sound of the water moving. “I’m in my bra and panties, and you’re naked.”

“Are we in bed?”

“You have me pressed against the window, and my legs are wrapped around your waist.”

I moan softly. “I can almost feel the heat of your pussy against me.”

She opens her eyes, staring straight at me. “I can feel your hard cock pressing against me. I’m grinding on you, begging for you to fuck me, Jude. You’re kissing me deeper, toying with me.”

My hand moves faster, and my strokes become uneven when her hand completely disappears under the water.

“Your hands are under my ass, squeezing me roughly as your lips dip to my neck.” She bites her bottom lip, and a tiny, soft moan comes from her mouth.

I’m picturing her in my mind—her back’s arched with her breasts thrust toward my face. “I’m kissing the curve of your neck, trying to restrain myself from moving too fast,” I take over.

“Yes.” She presses her head into the towel and her lips part.

“Using my teeth, I pull the straps of your bra down to expose your breasts.” I pause and blow out a shaky breath. “I lick a path to your breast, pulling your aching nipple into my warm, wet mouth.” The top of my fist touches the bottom of my head, and my body quivers at the contact. “I take my time, giving each breast enough attention until you’re begging. Your panties are soaked, and you’re riding my cock, trying to come.”

She groans, and her eyes flutter closed.

“My teeth scrape against your nipple, and you shiver in my arms. I’m consumed with their hardness and the softness of your skin against my face. I can’t get enough of you, but my cock is aching so badly I have to be inside of you.”

“Yeah,” she whispers. “I need to feel you inside me.” When she licks her lips, I nearly explode.

“I pull away and rest your ass against my one arm, freeing a hand.” My fingers squeeze my shaft harder as they drift down my length and relax when I get closer to the tip. Thinking of Reagan in my arms and feeling her skin against me has me ready to come quicker than I’d like to admit. What happened earlier doesn’t make it easier. “I reach around your body, putting my hand between us, and dip my fingers into your panties.”

“I need you, Jude.”

The flush in her cheeks has my willpower slipping and my voice sounding needy and edgy. “What do you need, Reagan?”

“I want you inside me. I’m achy and hot.” Her tongue darts out again, and her chest is rising and falling quicker.

My strokes even out, becoming more fluid. “I pull your panties to the side because I’m impatient. I need to be inside you too. My cock’s nudging your pussy. Do you feel it?”

“Yes.” She swallows hard and opens her eyes, turning her head to face me. “I can feel it.”

“I push inside.” I stop talking for a second because my ability to speak is becoming challenged. I’m too close to the edge. “I want to feel every inch of you as I take you slowly at first.”

“Where’s your mouth?”

“Against yours. I’m kissing you deeply and capturing your moans as I thrust into you harder. Your ass is pressed against the glass, and I’m holding you against me, leaving no space between our bodies.”

When the water starts to move and the bubbles part, I stop stroking my cock. I’m too lost in the possibility I’ll catch a peek of her body to even move. “You’re riding my dick, meeting each thrust as our bodies collide. I’m moaning your name with an arm wrapped around your waist and the other still cupping your ass.”

“You feel so good inside me.”

The water moves, and I see a hint of breast, making my cock twitch. “Do you feel how bad I want you?”

“I do,” she whispers.

I grow silent, listening to her uneven breathing and the disturbance of the water as she plays with herself. I’m transfixed. There’s no other way to describe how I feel. Her cheeks are flushed, and her tongue keeps darting out, sweeping against her lip. I watch, waiting for the moment she comes apart.

“Grind on my cock, baby. Come for me,” I say, even though I’m not pumping my fist in my hand anymore. I’m being greedy and selfish, and I know it. She opens her eyes, catching a glimpse of my face, and I can tell she knows. I move my hand, feverishly stroking my shaft to catch up. As if not skipping a beat, within seconds, a looming orgasm is simmering just under the surface.

I pick up the pace, matching her rhythm. “I’m buried deep inside you, pushing myself as far as I can go.”

My words cut out, and I can no longer speak. She’s moaning and so am I. We’re both close and too lost to say anything else. I can’t close my eyes or look away as her mouth falls open and her breathing stops. I’m right behind her, my body quaking from the massive orgasm ripping through my system.

The amount of foreplay and hearing Reagan talk dirty has me so close to the edge that my vision blurs from the intensity. My eyes drift closed for a moment, and the bursts of light behind my lids become blinding. I suck in a few shaky breaths, trying to drag air into my lungs before opening my eyes.

Reagan’s face is closer to the phone, and she’s staring at me much in the same way I had stared at her.

“That was hot,” she whispers, sounding too afraid to admit it any louder.

“It was.” I laugh softly and regret coming in my bed. There are remnants of our dirty talk all over the sheets.

“You make a funny face when you come.” She giggles.

I pull my body closer to the edge of the bed and stick my face right into the camera. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah, it’s something like this.” She sucks her lips into her mouth, making a fish face.

“I do not, Reagan.”

Her laughter grows louder. “Do too. Want proof?”

“You don’t have proof.”

She’s laughing uncontrollably and nodding her head. “I do, though.”

My eyebrows draw together, and my heart hasn’t stopped beating wildly in my chest. “How?”

She inhales and blows out slowly, trying to catch her breath from laughing so hard. “I took a screenshot.” She bites down on her lip and blinks a few times, feigning innocence.

“You’re lying,” I say, but my stomach drops because it’s something I would totally do, but I didn’t even think about it.

She raises an eyebrow and smirks. “Want proof?”

My eyes grow wide, and I know she has it. “No!”

“I’ll keep it for my enjoyment.”

“Reagan,” I whisper and move a little closer to my phone.

“Yeah, Jude?” she asks smugly.

I smile because payback can be a bitch. “I’ll get you for this.”

“I count on it,” she says, giggling hysterically. She reaches forward, and the screen goes blank.

I gawk at it, shocked she’d hang up on me after that. But then a text pops up with the screenshot of my face.

Reagan lied—I don’t have a guppy face, but I’m most definitely mid-orgasm.

She outsmarted me, and I’m impressed.

One thing I know for sure—Reagan Preston isn’t the woman I thought she was before I entered the race, and I’m seriously in trouble.