Call On Me
A Loving on the Edge novel perfect for fans of Fifty Shades of Grey.Oakley Easton wants two things: to be a good mom to her daughter and to ditch her less than ideal night job. Hooking up with bad boy drummer Pike Ryland? Not on the agenda. She needs a promotion. Not sex, tattoos and rock ’n’ roll.Pike isn’t about to let Ms. Prim and Proper shut him down so easily, especially when he stumbles upon Oakley’s sexy night job. She’s only playing a role on those late night calls with strangers, but when he gets her on the line, all bets are off. He won’t stop until that sultry voice is calling his name for real.But as they move from anonymous fantasies in the dark to the flesh-on-hot-flesh reality of the bedroom, the risk of falling in love becomes all too high. And the safe, quiet world that Oakley’s worked so hard to create is about to be exposed to the one person who could ruin it all.
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To all those readers who demanded that Pike get his own story, this is for you.
Contents
âAre you touching yourself?â The voice in Oakleyâs ear sounded labored and overeagerâlike a Saint Bernard attempting phone sex. He was probably drooling, too. Lovely.
âYes, you make me so hot â¦ââshe quickly checked the sticky note sheâd put on the kitchen islandââStefan.â
Stefan. Literature professor. Single. Six foot five.
Thatâs the info heâd given her. Which probably meant: Steve, unemployed, married, and five-six on a good day.
He groaned. âYouâre so sexy.â
Sexy? Two points off for lack of originality, Mr. Lit Prof. Though, even the suave guys tended to forget their vocabulary when they got to this point in the conversation. Oakley covered the mouthpiece on her headset and turned off the timer on the oven. If nothing else, she was impressed the guy had lasted through the full baking time.
âThanks, sugar,â she said, letting her tone drop into a lower register.
âGod, your voice is so fucking hot.â
That she heard a lot. A record company exec had once deemed her voice âsmoky, X-rated perfectionâ when heâd heard her demo. At the time, she hadnât considered how inappropriate it had been for a grown man to tell a fifteen-year-old kid that. But her raspy voice had gotten her the gig then, and it had gotten her this one now. Though, admittedly, the bar wasnât set quite as high for this current one.
âIâm gonna give it to you so hard, Sasha,â Stefan ground out. âI can feel your hot mouth closing around me.â
Oakley donned oven mitts and leaned down to pull out the tray of brownies. The smell of chocolate and the heat of the oven hit her with full force. She inhaled deeply. âMmm, thatâs so good. I could just lick up every last bit.â
âYeah,â he panted, the sound of his slick, pumping fist obscenely clear through the receiver. âThatâs right. Show me how much you want it.â
There you go, Steve, you go on and get your moneyâs worth. Oakley set the tray of brownies on a trivet and tugged off the mitts. Her stomach rumbled. Sheâd stayed up late enough that her body was looking for dinner number two. But these werenât for her.
She glanced toward the darkened hallway and the stairs beyond. Well, maybe one little corner piece wouldnât be missed. She cut a small square and dipped her fingers in to grab it. But as she lifted the brownie, her knuckles grazed the searing hot pan.
âAh, shit!â she hissed, jerking her hand back.
âOh, yeah, let me hear it,â Stefan said on a moan. âCome with me, baby.â
Oakley shook out her hand, sucking air through her teeth, and tried to keep the pain out of her voice. Her phone companion thought she was mid-orgasm. She threw in an
