I head into the steamy bathroom and start the shower. I pull my shirt over my head and Piper’s gaze falls to my chest. “If you’re about to kick me off the phone, you should have hung up before taking off your shirt.” I push my pants and boxers down. “I’m not kicking you off the phone.” “Oh.” Her eyes widen and then she understands. “Oooh.” “Lift your shirt up, baby.” She complies, raising it so her tits are bared to me. I stroke myself and set the phone on the counter. “Fuck, I miss you.”
