Platinum (All That Glitters #3)(73)

Trihn slipped back under the covers of her bed and closed her eyes, imagining just that. “I like the sound of that.”

“You moaning in my ear when I grab your hips and pull you toward me.”

Trihn whimpered softly into the phone at his words.

“Just like that,” he said. “I spread your legs apart to take a taste of you.”

“Damon,” she groaned, not sure if she was stopping him or telling him to continue.

“Are you touching yourself?” he asked. His voice was strained. “I want to imagine you f*cking yourself while you’re thinking about me.”

Trihn slipped her hand under the hem of her tiny sleeping shorts. She ran her finger across the wetness pooling in her center from his words and started rubbing slow, gentle circles around her clit.

“Trihn?”

“Yes.” She had forgotten that she hadn’t said anything. “Yes, I am.”

Damon grunted, as if the power of that confirmation turned him on even more. “I would give anything to see this right now.”

“You lick and suck me until I orgasm,” she ventured.

“No. I lick and suck on your clit with two fingers inside you, and you come on my fingers so hard that I can do nothing but bury my dick inside you.”

“Oh God,” she murmured, picking up the pace as her own orgasm hung just out of reach.

“Fuck,” Damon said, his breathing erratic. “I’m just imagining you moving on top of me with your tits bouncing and your smile euphoric.”

“You holding me in place and working my hips.” Her body shuddered, and she felt her orgasm hit. “Oh. Oh God.”

“Christ,” he growled at her words. “You just came.”

“Yeah,” she breathed.

And then she heard Damon exhale heavily into the phone.

“Whoa,” he murmured. “That was…f*ck, I’m going to need a shower.”

She laughed breathily. “That makes two of us.”

“You’re so sexy when you talk dirty.”

“Me? You were the one talking dirty,” she said.

“Yeah. Shit. I wouldn’t take it back. Listening to you come on the phone is only second best to seeing your face when you release in person.”

Trihn’s cheeks heated at the comment, despite what they had just done. “When exactly do you think you’ll get to see that again?”

“I wish I knew the answer to that. I want to go with you to New York when school is out, but I think our first tour date is around then.”

“Right. I understand. Where are you opening the tour?”

“St. Louis, and then we’ll be all over the country. I’ll send you a schedule. Maybe I can try to get some time off right before our New York show and go with you then.”

“I like that idea. I’ll have to tell my parents we’re pushing the date back. I don’t really want to go without you if I don’t have to.”

“And I want to be there to meet the rest of your family.”

“Okay. I’ll call my mom when we get off the phone to tell her what’s going on.”

“Trihn,” he said softly, “I’m sorry again about blowing up last night.”

“I’m sorry, too. I want to trust you. I’m going to do better.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

They ended the conversation, and Trihn hopped into the shower.

She knew that she needed to call her mom. She would want to know about the fashion show and when Trihn was coming to New York, but Trihn was dreading the call. It would be easier just to call her dad and push the date back, but she knew she’d hear from her mom about it again anyway.

Despite the fact that she knew that she needed to call, Trihn put it off. She had finals to study for, and since the fashion show had taken up all her time, she felt so far behind in her classes.

She spent the rest of the weekend studying and decided she would call after her classes were over. Tuesday was a reading period anyway, and then all of her finals were on back-to-back days.

As she was leaving her last class of the day, her design teacher held her back. “Trihn, can I speak with you?”

“Sure.” She jogged over to the front of class. “What’s up?”

“Well, first, I wanted to congratulate you on your win. I don’t think we’ve ever had a first-place win by a sophomore student. That gives me high hopes for your future academic career in fashion here at LV State.”

Trihn smiled bright. “Thank you. I’m really excited about everything that’s going on.”

“And, second, Teena wanted to talk to you in her office for a few minutes about what is happening, moving forward. She said she was free all afternoon.”

“Oh, great! Thank you.”

“Good luck.”

Trihn hurried over to Teena’s office, and as she was waiting for Teena to be free, she received a text message from Damon.

Wish you were here.

Me too.

No one tells you the part of music that is a job. And it’s definitely not the music.

Trihn laughed at his comment. She knew he was in promotion hell.

Maybe you’ll learn to love the spotlight.

Don’t hold your breath.